There is just something about doilies that I love no matter how old fashioned. Yarns and threads so intricately and delicately stitched until culminating to a dainty web of lacey loveliness. I crochet, and I have yet to attempt anything lacey in design because the patterns are so intimidating to me. I can't help but appreciate the finely skilled hand that has looped and hooked until what drapes from the palms is a woven work of art.
Nature weaves its own shapes and designs which resemble doilies along the lake. The verdi-green ornaments climbing the bark of a tree. A sea of striped leafy circles blanketing the surface under which their water flowers float up to socialize among them.
Trailing tree branches curve and bow as though quenching a thirst with the rippled pool below. Tangles of vines and stems wind an illusion of a mastermind's web of sprawling dense greenery.
Denim jacket: Abercrombie/gifted, Dress: Kohls, Shoes: Sperry, Scarf: http://www.zulily.com/invite/klaporte126 Zulily