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witchinthewood

Witch in the Wood

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After spending many years making and selling pagan jewellery and accessories my partner and myself have decided to make it all official.....

 

We make a range of items (slowly expanding) from jewellery to wands and athames etc

We use a lot of natural foraged items such as bone, wood and antler alongside crystals, metals etc 

Currently our website is under construction, as is our etsy store but we do have a very active Instagram feed @thewitchinthewood 

 

It is our hope over the next year to start doing more events around the uk and use this as our main business model so any advice or feedback would be greatly appreciated.

 

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