Worse than windchimes and also responsible for kicking off the Rape of Nanking according to history boffins and egg heads. Edit: You can't add a poll after you posted a thread, bah! Rubbish forum software.
Do you also have a trio of porcelain ducks going up the staircase wall? One of my friends came back from Arizona with an authentic dreamcatcher for me. I still have it, can't bring myself to throw it away as it was a gift but... bloody hell, it is turquoise and made entirely of plastic! I do have a Turkish Eye hanging in the garden - that's pretty bad
If I had a dram catcher that worked it woul strike out of disgust at the dreams it had to catch. And the spunk.
Must be a sign of authentic Americana um or something. It looks exactly like this one only mine has turquoise feathers (entirely plastic).
I like em, but don't have any hanging up. I do have a Brigid bright eye that somehow escaped firky's notice haha
Made by native Americans. Not sure how genuine they are of if it's just tourist tat I found a real silver ring on a beach in California that had a turquoise stone and a real claw in it. Wore it for years before the claw fell out
oh, maybe it was a bear claw! https://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=...pw.r_qf.&fp=d5c687bf59840df3&biw=1525&bih=658
The Dream Catcher used to be my pub of choice in Goa. I don't think they had any Dream Catchers in it. They did a wicked Bloody Mary for 80p though and I once had to open the bar at breakfast time because I'd got the landlord totally fucked and he couldn't speak. Good place. I'll suffer a bit of hippy decor for that sort of thing tbf.
Turquoise has been a traditional colour (and stone used) for native American trinkets, especially in the SW, for hundreds of years. Supposed to represent the sky, or something like that.
I have nothing against dream catchers as they are quiet. My son had one, which I bought for him, because he was having nightmares. I dunno if it was psychological but it worked for him.
When I was on me hols in Thailand a few years ago an Aussie hippy girl came over to the bar near the guesthouse I was staying in and told everyone that she'd be holding a dreamcatcher workshop tomorrow morning, 10am, and that everyone was welcome to come along. Who the fuck would get up at 10am for that? Me, because I felt sorry for her, knowing nobody would turn up, and they didn't, just me and her and some twigs, shells and lengths of thread. My efforts were woeful, I'm rubbish at making anything craft-like.
I think this may be to do with the fact that some Winter Olympic events were once held at Squaw Valley, USA?