Hooked a berry to a thread

Please excuse the goofy facials, my sister and I were laughing at our efforts to not fall over at every turn into the quagmire of a creek beneath the trees, thick with black mud and mosquito larvae, all whilst avoiding  near invisible spiderwebs strung between the branches of the paperbark gums. I was grinning like a cheshire cat listening to my sister and our friend Rob who came along 'scaring off' snakes by stomping through the grass.... Hopeless but I love them both all the more because of it.

Dress: Thrifted
Jacket: A creation of my own design, you can't really see it here but the underside of the collar is completely hand beaded... (Urrgh that took ages)
Cross necklace: Lovisa
Stag necklace: Lovisa
Boots: Kenji
Rings: Diamante and multicoloured skull ring and black stone rings both Lovisa
White Skull ring: Random bead shop in Fremantle

Title quote courtesy of W.B. Yeats (1865- 1939) from The Song of Wandering Aengus.