"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

2020 Advent Calendar [21] – Lizzie Hall

Lizzie Hall is a British designer based in London. Linktree here, website here, Instagram here. on-line shop here and Etsy shop here. If you’re looking for gift wrapping, towels and other wide decorated surface, she’s the artist for you. If you’re looking for somethingh funny, you might want to check out the Festive Pheasant wrapping paper, but all her wrappings are quite beautiful. There’s also a Christmas Card collection that I adore, with a badger bringing home the tree, a stout making pie, a rabbit watching for Santa, mice ice skating under the moonlight, foxes building a snowman, a pheasant collecting Christmas foliage, birds singing carols and squirrels sledging. There’s also Santa sacks, if you’re planning to go big this year. And the snowbears, which are bears and therefore worthy of your attention. Unfortunately she doesn’t ship in Italy, which of course makes me very sad.

I warned you I would try and do a sort of Advent Calendar recommending you an indipendent artist and illustrator each day till Christmas. I can make it. I can make it.

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