Iceland! Realm of magic and mystery and otherworldly scenery, inhabited by elves and trolls and fairy folk. Although our trip was planned somewhat last-minute, I set my heart on making a dress that would reflect the ethereal beauty of the Icelandic landscape - then spent a week individually hand-sewing petals onto lace and tulle. I named it the "Blómafoss" dress, which is "blossom waterfall" in Icelandic.
The weekend brought the best weather we've ever experienced in three trips to Iceland - clear, crisp and bright. Jökulsárlón glacial lagoon is one of my favourite places in the world, so I was excited to revisit it and see how it would look in the spring time - our previous visit was in the depths of winter, when the lagoon was completely frozen solid and packed with icebergs calved from Vatnajokull, Iceland's largest glacier.
We arrived in the late afternoon, when the light of the setting sun illuminated the icebergs such that they seemed to glow from within. Flanked by snow-capped mountains, the glacier beyond glistened faintly blue beneath its snowy blanket. It was perfect. This place is so pure, so beautiful; awe-inspiring in its understated majesty.
The temperature was only slightly above freezing, but the sun was warm as I changed my clothes in the carpark, drawing a handful of curious glances from the assembled tourist crowd. No-one seemed unduly surprised though - as if the sight of a woman in a fairy dress didn't appear especially out of place in this setting.
