Pina Colada | Whimsical

A one-of-a-kind handmade whimsical frame — for those who keep their crystal balls close and their séance books closer.

A real cat skull gazes out from crushed purple velvet, its jaw cradling a rose quartz orb with the quiet confidence of someone who has been reading fortunes since before it was fashionable. Above the skull, between the rabbit fur ears, a pink quartz moon catches the light in that particular way that makes you wonder if it was always there or if it simply decided to appear. On the forehead, a silver sword pendant set with a blue stone hangs on delicate chains that drape down both sides of the skull — not dramatically, just thoughtfully, the way a creature arranges itself when it wants you to know it has opinions. The ears themselves are adorned with a small collection of earrings, because some creatures understand that accessories are not optional. The frame is hand-cast and hand-painted, baroque and silver, with pink detailing, the kind of frame that has been waiting for exactly this arrangement.

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Details:

• Real preserved cat skull
• Real preserved rabbit fears with earring charms
• Real preserved rabbit paws
• Rose quartz orb
• Pink quartz moon
• Silver sword pendant with blue stone — on the forehead, with hanging chains
• Crushed purple velvet backing
• Hand-cast, hand-painted ornate silver frame
  

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Processing:

Ready to display.

One of a kind — you will receive the exact piece shown.

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Shipping

Carefully packaged to ensure safe delivery.

Original design — no copies permitted.

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Size

19 cm × 15 cm (plus ears)

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LORE

There is a particular kind of creature who has always preferred rose quartz to conversation. She has been known to spend entire evenings in the garden with a crystal sphere balanced in her lap and a half-finished cup of something floral going cold beside her, her ears adorned with whatever caught her eye that morning, her paws folded with the particular stillness of a creature who is listening to something you cannot hear. She is fond of purple, of silver, of the way moonlight falls through quartz at exactly the angle that makes the future look like a reasonable proposition. She does not consider herself a fortune teller. She considers herself well-informed. There is a difference, she would tell you, if she were the sort to explain herself — which she is not, because some things are better left as questions, and she has always found questions more interesting than answers anyway.