The guardian angel of winter.
I have sewn some wild guardian angels.
This is the winter wild angel. Her home is where there is winter, she likes the sound that the snow makes under here feet as she walks. And when she hears the icy winds howling and they bite her rosy cheeks thats when sha feels most at home.
Her skin is pale as our summernights here in the nort of skandinavia. Yet she likes the winter best of all seasons and wherever she goes she helps the snow stay on the ground for a little while longer.
She is cold, baby!
cold as ice....