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Sometimes I plan ahead! These two bindings are waiting to be attached to baby quilts for twin baby boys. Blogged here.
My SUTK swap project, almost finished! (call me crazy, but I love sewing the binding, it actually might be my favorite part of quilt projects)
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Reflections of the city with Equitrade stock ticker followed by glimpses of the experimental video installation: "Threshold" by Eliza O. Barrios, which is now being projected on the folded window panes of the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts' "Room for Big Ideas" as part of the ongoing exhibit We Carry Each Other.
(a sneaky picture of my mug rug for swap)
Blogged: mommysnaptime.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-pins-no-handsewing-...
Bonds of love and friendship flourish in most unexpected ways, amongst people who'd be very different from each other....Haroon & Meeral are proof of the concept.
ODC: Power
Since I often have no words or can’t even speak, I tried to capture one aspect of how I feel due to the awful, ongoing effects of experiencing unspeakable trauma—“blocked off,” trapped, isolated, alone, “figuratively disfigured,” stuck in the dark with perhaps some distant light noticeable once in a while, awful.
After creating these self portraits I was compelled to find a way to print these photos at home so I could share them with my psychologist at my neurofeedback therapy appointment—I write out and take notes since I’m not able to talk much and felt these photos would supplement my writing and perhaps give a look into how I feel.
Once I had processed the photos and decided on a sequence for the images, I noticed they seemed to show me a progression—the first image being completely stuck in a state of panic, shut down, hardly surviving, believing I’m not allowed to and not really being able to even try to look for help or support. And in the progression I came up with, the pictures seemed to show me a story—my own story—of very slowly, over time becoming more courageous, stronger, showing more awareness, more capacity and drive to fight for survival, life, growth and healing.
Since most of our belongings are packed up and in storage I don’t have access to much and I was able to find some (very lightweight) sewing thread and a very flimsy needle my daughter had here with her and I used our low budget home printer to create this little collection of photos. Normally I wouldn’t use such low quality items for something like this. I didn’t have much to work with and I was determined to not let this completely stop me from creating. I have since made a few more little photo collections like this and this practice and process has been very helpful in my coping and healing journey. I’m so thankful I gave this a try and for how I find this process to be therapeutic and how it helps me continue to grow.
[self portraits created on 1-17-2024, photos of printed images captured on 1-18-2024]
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As a way to cope with circumstances beyond my control, survive and work to keep fighting for life I decided to try to take at least one photo (or more) each day. I call this “a photo (or more) a day.” Practicing this form of therapeutic photography helps me work to focus on the present moment, gives me something familiar and enjoyable to focus on as I use photography skills that have become like second-nature to me and being able to view the images I capture helps me recall what I was thinking, feeling and noticing at the moment when I created the photos. More of the photos from this series can be seen on my Instagram account
I may not always have the energy, time or capacity to share photos from this series—especially with the very challenging circumstances my family and I are experiencing—and will do my best to continue taking a photo (or more) a day even if I’m not able to share.
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These are several note pads with an Asian Stab binding with three or four different stitches. Inside are about 30 sheets (60 pages) of white writing paper each, the outside are different Asian papers.
Trying to figure out which fabric I want to use for the binding of these mini quilts. Here is my idea?
(pictures suck, I know, but I just had to take a quick pic)
Capa em tecido 100% algodão
Tamanho: 17 x 12,5 cm
Miolo em Papel Reciclato 180 gr
Número de páginas: 80
Binding a la Red Pepper Quilts
Blogged: www.aroundtheblockdesigns.blogspot.com/2012/09/one-in-eve...
Some years ago now, I entertained the notion of turning the extraordinary story of Abelard and Heloise into a musical. In the event, only one song was written (below). Abelard was Heloise's tutor, and her senior by some years. They had an affair, which was discovered by Heloise's uncle. The uncle sent a gang of roughs after Abelard, and they assaulted and castrated him. Abelard made straight for a monastery, and he and Heloise exchanged some of the most extraordinary letters in history. This song is adapted from Heloise's first, deeply passionate and courageous letter. Heloise, effectively jilted by her castrated lover, eventually ended up joining a convent, where she became a very successful abbess. I have chosen to illustrate the song with a nineteenth century depiction of the Virgin Mary, because the irony appeals to me. The word "whore" is used in Heloise's own letter.
Heloise to Abelard: Letter 1
If Augustus, Emperor of the world,
Had pledged to marry me,
And make me Empress of all things:
Of earth, and sky, and sea,
To make the stars my own possession
And all the armouries of war:
I’d turn him down, content to be
Not his Empress, but your whore.
In those precarious early days;
The days of our conversion,
When your mutilated pain
Killed what they called perversion,
You could have come to comfort me,
The man for whom I longed,
But you were all forgetfulness
And I was sorely wronged.
You knew the love I bore for you:
A love beyond all bounds,
And in my ears, in silent hours,
Our marriage bell still sounds.
All the world knows, beloved,
How much in you I lost,
And how my sorrow, shed in tears
Paid the bitter cost.
You alone have caused me sorrow;
You only can console.
You have the power to make me wretched
And the power to make me whole.
I carried out your orders, love,
Loyal to your command;
I have the strength to kill myself
If you should so demand.
To heights of madness my love rose:
To do what you required:
To willingly deprive myself
Of what I most desired.
I changed my clothing and my mind
Your bidding to fulfil:
You were possessor of my body
And possessor of my will.
God knows I sought nought but yourself,
And want nought else e’en now:
I sought no dowry from your chest;
I sought no marriage vow.
For I would go to any length
Your lust to satisfy:
It was your pleasure and your will
I sought to gratify.
More sacred is the name of wife,
More binding in God’s eyes,
But my soul is wrenched with pain,
And unto you it cries:
Sweeter to me is the name
Of mistress - even more
I prefer thus to be known:
Your concubine and whore.
Lyric by Giles Watson, 2000.
Here is a part of Heloise's original text:
You know, beloved, as the whole world knows, how much I have lost in you, how at one wretched stroke of fortune that supreme act of flagrant treachery robbed me of my very self in robbing me of you; and how my sorrow for my loss is nothing compared with what I feel for the manner in which I lost you. Surely the greater the cause for grief the greater the need for the help of consolation, and this no one can bring (but you; you are the sole cause of my sorrow, and you alone can grant me the grace of consolation. You alone have the power to make me sad to bring me happiness or comfort: you alone have so great a debt to repay me, particularly now when I have carried out all your orders so implicitly that when I was powerless to oppose you in anything, I found strength at your command to destroy myself. I did more, strange to say - my love rose to such heights of madness that it robbed itself of what it most desired beyond hope of recovery, when immediately at your bidding I changed my clothing along with my mind, in order to prove you the sole possessor of my bed and my will alike. God knows I never sought anything in you except yourself; I wanted simply you, nothing of yours. I looked for no marriage-bond, no marriage portion, and it was not my own pleasures and wishes I sought to gratify, as you well know, but yours. The name of wife may seem more sacred or more binding, but sweeter for me will always be the word mistress, or, if you will permit me, that of concubine or whore. I believed that the more I humbled myself on your account, the more gratitude I should win from you, and also the less damage I should do to the brightness of your reputation.
You yourself on your own account did not altogether forget this in the letter of consolation I have spoken of which you wrote to a friend; there you thought fit to set out some of the reasons I gave in trying to dissuade you from binding us together in an ill-starred marriage. But you kept silent about most of my arguments for preferring love to wedlock and freedom to chains. God is my witness that if Augustus, Emperor of the whole world, thought fit to honour me with marriage and conferred all the earth on me to possess for ever, it would be dearer and more honourable to me to be called not his Empress but your whore.
For a man’s worth does not rest on his wealth or power; these depend on fortune, but worth on his merits. And a woman should realize that if she marries a rich man more readily than a poor one, and desires her husband more for his possessions than for himself, she is offering herself for sale. Certainly any woman who comes to marry through desires of this kind deserves wages, not gratitude, for clearly her mind is on the man’s property, not himself, and she would be ready to prostitute herself to a richer man, if she could.
I love looking at binding all wound up, although I made twice as much as I needed so I'm now on the hunt to find something to bind in blue.
I bought the black and off white to bind my green scrappy and cream quilt, then saw that my partner does like red, so tried a bit of red and white , what do you all think??? Black and off white, or red and white???
This is the Dirt Cheap Milk Container binding system, and can also utilize a cereal box, so you could call it the brakfast binding system.
There is more on this binding system on my website www.judyofthewoods.net/dcmc_binder.html
Fold the binding over the back of the quilt and pin in place. Make sure that when you fold it again to sew it to the backing that the binding will cover the stitching that you just did. Adjust your seam allowance as needed, or trim if necessary (be careful not to cut too much if you have to!).
A wonderfully aged book, found in my grandparents library. Dating back to 1580.
It's written entireley in latin.
Hieronymi Cardani mediolanensis medici
this is the quilt last night, mum stitched the binding on then we sat and hand stitched it to the back last night and today. blogged
Title: Out-of-doors in the Holy Land; impressions of travel in body and spirit, by Henry Van Dyke...
Author: Van Dyke, Henry, 1852-1933.
Subjects: Palestine -- Description and travel.
Publisher: New York, C. Scribner's sons, 1908.
Description: xii p., 3 l., 3-325 p. incl. col. front. 11 col. pl. 20 cm.
Notes: Blue cloth binding. Gold, red, and green stamping on front. Gold stamping on spine. No decoration on back. Attributed to Margaret Armstrong.
JHU Local Note: Eisenhower copy: Gift of Charles Morris Howard.
Contributors: Armstrong, Margaret, 1867-1944, artist.
Control No.: 730922
AAS3756EI
(MdBJ)08029361
LCCN: 08029361