Small orange fruits on the bush, under the snow coverlet, seen next to the building where I live :)

Małe owocki pod śnieżną kołderką, wypatrzone na krzaku rosnącym obok mojego bloku :)

One of the famous courtyard called traboules in the old town of Lyon, France.

-MaisonClose- / Coverlet (Zebra) - Coming Soon WIP

-MaisonClose- / Decadent Gacha (UltraRARE Artistika)

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Wing coverlets are still deploying.

Thanks for your comments and faves,they are truly appreciated.

Davshan 💕 Timur

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❄️ A World blanketed with heaven`s white coverlet

snug and sleepy now

Fly Fly with MoonLight with Snowflakes Dance, Mystic Sage

Dust in Nite Moments of Love ❄️

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ཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀ

💓🐾DEMLi ÇAY

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ཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀཐིཋྀ

Phew, a bit overly ambitious with this one so it took a lot longer than I expected! Wanted to explore patterned folds ... sigh. Did it in greens in order to meet the January topic up at RAM (http://www.reallyaccessiblememory.com/).

Created in DDG Text 2 AI filters.

Prompt: Striking White-and-Yellow-and-Orange Bedroom with Daisy Flowers and Marigold Flowers. extreme details.

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seen very early one morning when I was out feeding my birdie buddies, had to shoot back in the house to fetch my camera.

Walt Disney World - Disney's Animal Kingdom - 04/03/09

Vegetation along the Pangani Jungle Trail

Bed: I made it from a kit when I was 15. I made the sheets, bed skirt, pillow, and quilt at about 19. I bought the crochet coverlet at a dollhouse show years ago.

Mouse, nightgown, fireplace, fire: made by me this past year or so

Rug: I printed it on paper

With two feet of snow still on the ground - Baby bear is still sound asleep in her den. All I could see was her two tiny feet sticking out beneath her coverlet.

**Posted for Macro Mondays theme; "pair". (the little feet measure 1" x 3/4") HMM!

Afghan coverlet was made by Betty (watbetty).

Australian sulphur-crested cockatoo (Cacatua galerita) responds to the result of foraging in the sands of Currumbin Creek estuary. Note the pale puff of sulphur on the ear coverlets — these are not readily seen.

Shell and Autumn loved the new canopy bed.

"I think we could sit here and talk ALL night, don't you, Autumn?" Shell asked.

"I think so, too, Shell! The canopy is so magical! I love lace! And the coverlet- oh! It's so dainty!"

"What's this I hear about talking all night, you two?!" I laughed because little bears are always talking. "I think talking through naptime will be enough today!"

Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday!

Earlier in the year, I bought a bunch of "stuff" at the auction we frequent. There were pieces of a little canopy bed, made by The House of Miniatures that I thought was worth a try putting back together. Let me just say that miniatures in ANY sense of the word are difficult and fiddly things! But I learned a lot and managed it! Ken was terrified to see me drilling with the tiniest bit he had!

The original tiny mattress and canopy were an old and dirty fabric. I happened to have one little bit of a vintage fabric that I thought was perfect for the mattress cover, and managed to make a pillow with the remainder. The tiny coverlet here is a dainty vintage lady's handkerchief, and the canopy is a vintage doily.

(I am averaging 1 post for an hour. Ugh. AT&T sucks)

Behind Ollie is the coverlet my late sister embroidered for me before I was born.

coverlet clouds ahead

XI. CHRIST'S BIRTH [99]

I saw the radiance round the Blessed Virgin ever growing greater. The

light of the lamps which Joseph had lit was no longer visible. The

Blessed Virgin knelt on her rug in an ample ungirt robe spread out

round her, her face turned towards the east.

At midnight she was rapt in an ecstasy of prayer. I saw her lifted from

the earth, so that I saw the ground beneath her. Her hands were crossed

on her breast. The radiance about her increased; everything, even

things without life, were in a joyful inner motion, the stones of the

roof, of the walls, and of the floor of the cave became as it were

alive in the light. Then I no longer saw the roof of the cave; a

pathway of light opened above Mary, rising with ever-increasing glory

towards the height of heaven.

In this pathway of light there was a wonderful movement of glories

interpenetrating each other, and, as they approached, appearing more

clearly in the form of choirs of heavenly spirits. Meanwhile the

Blessed Virgin, borne up in ecstasy, was now gazing downwards, adoring

her God, whose Mother she had become and who lay on the earth before

her in the form of a helpless newborn child. [100]

I saw our Redeemer as a tiny child, shining with a light that

overpowered all the surrounding radiance, and lying on the carpet at

the Blessed Virgin's knees. It seemed to me as if He were at first

quite small and then grew before my eyes. But the movement of the

intense radiance was such that I cannot say for certain how I saw it.

The Blessed Virgin remained for some time rapt in ecstasy. I saw her

laying a cloth over the Child, but at first she did not touch Him or

take Him up. After some time I saw the Child Jesus move and heard Him

cry. Then Mary seemed to come to herself, and she took the Child up

from the carpet, wrapping Him in the cloth which covered Him, and held

Him in her arms to her breast. She sat there enveloping herself and the

Child completely in her veil, and I think Mary suckled the Redeemer. I

saw angels round her in human forms, lying on their faces and adoring

the Child.

It might have been an hour after His Birth when Mary called St. Joseph,

who was still lying in prayer. When he came near, he threw himself down

on his face in devout joy and humility. It was only when Mary begged

him to take to his heart, in joy and thankfulness, the holy present of

the Most High God, that he stood up, took the Child Jesus in his arms,

and praised God with tears of joy.

The Blessed Virgin then wrapped the Child Jesus in swaddling-bands. I

cannot now remember how these bands were wound round; I only know that

the Child was wrapped to His armpits first in red and then white bands,

and that His head and shoulders were wrapped in another little cloth.

Mary had only four sets of swaddling-bands with her. Then I saw Mary

and Joseph sitting side by side on the bare earth with their feet under

them. They did not speak, and seemed both to be sunk in meditation. On

the carpet before Mary lay the newborn Jesus in swaddling clothes, a

little Child, beautiful and radiant as lightning. Ah, I thought, this

place enshrines the salvation of the whole world, and no one guesses

it. Then they laid the Child in the manger, which was filled with

rushes and delicate plants and covered with a cloth hanging over the

sides. It stood above the stone trough lying on the ground, to the

right of the entrance, where the cave makes a big curve towards the

south. This part of the cave was at a lower level than the place where

Our Lord was born: the floor slanted downwards in a step-like

formation. After laying the Child in the crib, they both stood beside

Him giving praise to God with tears of joy. Joseph then arranged the

Blessed Virgin's resting-place and her seat beside the Crib. [See

Figure 13.] Both before and after the Birth of Jesus, I saw her dressed

in white and veiled. I saw her there in the first days after the

Nativity, sitting, kneeling, standing, and sleeping on her side,

wrapped up but in no way ill or exhausted. When people came to see her,

she wrapped herself up more closely and sat upright on her lying-in

coverlet.

The Tomb of the Diver (in the photo East, North, West and ceiling painted slabs), is the only example of Greek painting with figured scenes dating from the Orientalizing, Archaic, or Classical periods to survive in its entirety. Among the thousands of Greek tombs known from this time (roughly 700-400 B.C.), this is the only one to have been decorated with frescoes of human subjects.

It was created about 470 B.C., in the Greek city of Poseidonia (in Roman times known as Paestum) on the Tyrrhenian coast of South Italy. Although little of the skeleton was preserved, it is widely assumed that the occupant was a young man. A plain black-glazed lekythos of about 480 accompanied him, as did the carapace of a tortoise, which almost surely had been the sounding box of a lyre, the wooden frame of which had completely disintegrated.

Four separate slabs formed the walls of a tomb, which was no larger than a good-sized sarcophagus. A fifth slab formed the roof. The paintings covering the walls of the tomb place the viewer in the center of a symposium: the evening gathering of citizens of Greek communities devoted to conversation, poetry, and politics, amid the added pleasures of wine and erotic adventure. On each of the two long walls (north and south), three couches and their serving tables are positioned so as to appear to rest on the broad red dado below them. There are five occupants of the couches on each wall: a single symposiast on the left-hand couch and a couple on each of the adjoining two couches. Each of the figures is covered below the waist by a coverlet. They are all crowned, and additional crowns are placed on the serving tables. On the east short wall a serving boy is standing near a krater; on the west wall a symposiast, nude but with a stole over his arms, is leaving the gathering.

Despite its unique status as a tomb painting, the symposium scene of the Tomb of the Diver is oddly familiar because the same scene is well known from the decoration of contemporary Attic painted pottery. This cannot be said for the painting found on the ceiling of the tomb. The image of a diver is almost unknown in Greek art, and this scene of a lonely figure plunging past a masonry tower into a stream is unique.

Source; R. Ross Holloway. “The Tomb of the Diver”, in American Journal of Archaeology,

Greek frescos

480 – 470 BC

Discovered by Mario Napoli in June of 1968 near Paestum.

Paestum, Archaeological Museum

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"In the valley of Nis the accursed waning moon shines thinly, tearing a path for its light with feeble horns through the lethal foliage of a great upas-tree. And within the depths of the valley, where the light reaches not, move forms not meant to be beheld. Rank is the herbage on each slope, where evil vines and creeping plants crawl amidst the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things without a name. Vast are the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. For all time did their builders erect them, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for beneath them the grey toad makes his habitation.

At the very bottom of the valley lies the river Than, whose waters are slimy and filled with weeds. From hidden springs it rises, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon of the Valley knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound.

The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the Daemon of the Valley, saying, “I am old, and forget much. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of Stone.” And the Daemon replied, “I am Memory, and am wise in lore of the past, but I too am old. These beings were like the waters of the river Than, not to be understood. Their deeds I recall not, for they were but of the moment. Their aspect I recall dimly, it was like to that of the little apes in the trees. Their name I recall clearly, for it rhymed with that of the river. These beings of yesterday were called Man.”

So the Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a tree that grew in a crumbling courtyard."

- from the poem "Memory" written by H.P. Lovecraft

I awoke overhearing a conversation on the phone..

Josh Ritter and Samuel Beam (Iron & Wine) have similar understated, beautifully crafted musical styles ...

two special men ... each with impeccable musical tastes introduced these two artists' music to me ...

I have previously posted the first song I ever heard of Iron & Wine - the lovely The Trapeze Swinger, so here is the first -achingly beautiful- Josh Ritter song that I ever heard ...

Baby That's Not All

Josh Ritter

fold yourself against

me like a paper bird

tonight we'll fly awhile

just give me the word

and hold onto me

like I hold onto you

a steeple holds a bell

nights sky holds the moon

melting flakes of snow

will catch you when you fall

baby that's not all

and like falling stars

back down to sleep we'll go

into our waiting arms

in orbits round the glow

coverlets and down

will catch you when you fall

baby that's not all

melting flakes of snow

catch you when you fall

baby that's not all

baby that's not all

baby that's not all

baby that's not all

baby that's not all

Jane is constantly leaving books and abandoned bowls of porridge and cups of tea about the rectory. Cassandra goes around tidying after her.

Blythe a Day - Apron/housework (Becoming Jane) 9/22/24

Chloris Country Life Blythe

Apron made by me

White dress - Ebay

Book pile - ornament

Tea - Hobby Lobby

Bench - vintage Shackman

Clock - Avon, flea market find

Table - 1:12 dollhouse kitchen table

Rug - coverlet from Etsy

Dogs - 1980s Barbie

Cat - Schleich

Chair - thrift store find

Wall art, bowl - Ebay

Door -thrift store piece of wood, cereal box details added, repainted

Wallpaper, floor paper - Scrapbook paper (from Hobby Lobby?)

Cream wall paneling - cereal box cardboard painted

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not my room, but my guest room, which is so empty these days.

Primeval Light

In the hills is wisdom’s fount....

www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAQQSs4P2Rs

They are deep in time.

They know the ways of the sun and the wind, the lightning’s fiery feet, the frost that shattereth, the rain that shroudeth, the snow that putteth about their nakedness a softer coverlet than fine lawn.

E.R. Eddison

www.youtube.com/watch?v=4MPuoOj5TIw

© All rights reserved Anna Kwa. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission

This coverlet is foundation-pieced on muslin using leftover pieces from my scrapbag. Originally, I thought I'd make a rug, but changed my mind mid-project and asked friends and family for suggestions about how to proceed. Donalee, a friend and fellow quilter, recommended adding enough to make it into a usable quilt. So, as she suggested, I enlarged it, used no batting since I backed it with flannel, tied it, and gave it to Donalee who gave me such good directions! It measures 62" X 77," and while it does not look squared up in this photo, it's just "blowin' in the wind."

I took this photo when we were already driving back home. On mountains, at front of us, was a line of clouds. It was quite interesting view :)

Powoli wyjeżdżamy już z Chorwacji. Przed nami góry przykryte kołderką z chmur. Ciekawie to wyglądało :)

Once a friend and colleague confessed she collected floaty pens as souvenirs from different places she, or family and friends, visited. She gave me one from the Baltimore Aquarium showing a diver floating with the fishes. I was hooked and collected the floaty pens on our travels over the years, bringing them back home as souvenirs from Canada and across the world.

The yen to collect floaty pens waned as the availability decreased in the souvenir stores and the original Danish company, which manufactured them, seemed to disappear.

Occasionally, I will still find some in a souvenir store, as was the case last month while on a holiday visit to Budapest. I bought two, one for my friend, and one for me.

Mine, the one on the right, shows a riverboat floating on the Danube passing some of the iconic Budapest buildings including the Parliament. The one on the left, hers, shows the back of the pen which usually carries the name of the city.

A timely Macro Monday assignment as we only came back this past Friday. HMM!

"That vivid coverlet is keeping me awake!" says Ollie.

I still imagine...

-Hair : MIWAS - Maria & (Enfer Sombre*) Hairbase - Messy

-Skin : [Glam Affair] Rain.

-Brows : [SB] *EvoX AVALON* Patricia.

-Eyes : Gloom. - S-Senpai Collection.

-Lashes : EVERMORE. [ soo - unrigged.lash ] & EVERMORE. [ morena]

-Lips : MILANO - RAIN.

-Tattoo : duckie . spite.

CURELESS[+] Dog Bites / GG /

(Enfer Sombre*) - Tears - Lili.

[avarosa] Scar 1.

Keymoko - Rug Burn Knees.

:: MOMOCHUU :: Malone Blusher.

:: MOMOCHUU :: Daily Blusher.

[avarosa] Freckles and Moles 03.

~Pose : My own.

-Studio Skye Landscaping Water.

-[ keke ] wild lilies.

-[ keke ] sacred lotus.

-CB Frogbit.

-22769 - Bathtub - (Gacha RARE)(Edited)

-[FOURTH WALL] Ren Modern Bathtub.

-tarte. garden balloons.

-{anc} leaves ballon.

-{anc} line curtain.

-E.V.E Ivy w/o Bioluminescent Fungus.

-.:UR:. Extra Long Drapes.

-WRONG. Relax Time. Bath Coverlet.

-Trompe Loeil - Fiona Treebed(Edited)

- tarte. ivy chevron trellis(Edited)

-Trompe Loeil - Rhordyn Towertop Skybox(Edited)

While I can't see it yet - my rhubarb bed is awakening under its spruce bough coverlet, and two feet of snow. Soon the spruce boughs will be removed to reveal the plants you see in this photo.

Emma has decided to host a small dinner gathering and is writing invitations to a few friends.

Blythe a Day - write (Becoming Jane) - 9/4/24

Petite Blythe doll - Tatiana Black

My 1:12 scale teen years dollhouse (renovated about 5 years ago)

Paneling - cereal box cardboard

Dresser and bed - repainted

Bonnets - Etsy

Cream coverlet - dollhouse show or Etsy?

Pillows and sheets - made by me from thrift store shirts

Rug - I think Hobby Lobby

Ottoman - vintage kit that I assembled and recovered with mini toile fabric

Mirror - Michael's repainted cream

Teapot - Ebay

Cats - vintage cupcake toppers

feather pen - added digitally

Wall lighting - Miniland Canada

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Along with a local Vancouver children's furniture and furnishings shop (Molly's Furniture Salad), I helped decorate a child's bedroom with some of my wares (bed coverlets, pillows, banners) for a Christmas fundraising event held annually at turn-of-the-century Hycroft mansion in Vancouver called "Christmas at Hycroft". More details here: rosehip.typepad.com/rose_hip_blog/2009/11/stitches-and-su...

A coverlet of wadding.

Please see more; Sunsets, Sunrises, Clouds and Skies ☁ ☼

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Sindy's bed, a dream of gold and frills. The more gold the better, seamed to be Pedigrees mantra at this time. And why not? Sindy deserves the best!

It was sold with this quilted coverlet with three yellow frills (the earlier model had five in 1966), two white, nylon sheets a pillow and a vinyl covered mattress. (see next photo).

The breakfast tray came with the bedside table.

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Dahlia is keeping out of our way as we get bedazzled by her bedroom furniture.

For reasons they are not sharing, my cosmos chose to wait until October to bloom. We have had a hard frost the last three nights and I have been tossing an old coverlet over them for protection. But I suspect this weekend may be their last hurrah. Even with shielding they are getting their petal tips nipped. I may just clip off the remaining buds and put them in a vase.

Peonia and Gus are putting the little ones to bed. Sleep tight.

They have moved into my colonial dollhouse (at least for now). They outgrew the watering can with the birth of the twins. This room still needs some wall art and more bedding. I made this bed from a kit and most of the bedding when I was about 15. The crochet coverlet was purchased at a dollhouse show.

Emma visits her sick friend Harriet and encourages her to have some lemon tea. Harriet's fever broke once Emma arrived and she was more alert.

Blythe a Day - Friendship (Becoming Jane) - 9/28/24

Emma and Harriet are friends from Jane Austen's book "Emma."

Petite Blythe dolls

White dress - Etsy

Blue coverlet - from a dollhouse show in the 1990s

My 1:12 teenage years dollhouse (renovated a few years ago)

Simplicity by Real Good Toys - I added the dormer window.

Rug, fireplace, book, fire embers, sheets, pillows - made by me

Benches in my hometown park. I think, that won't be comfortable to sit on them now... ;)

puff patch coverlet

A Wicked Turn

Acte 17

He opened the door to the green satin wrapped damsel’s bedroom, and pulling out his torch, lit its pencil-thin beam.

Wishing only now that only the real Gaston didn’t decide to show his mug and spoil all the fun!

Once Inside, the torchlight quickly found her oak jewel case on the mantel of an old stained oaken dresser.

The high case matched the dresser and drawers below it perfectly, and it appeared that it was all uniquely Chippendale!

It sat across from a matching four-poster, with a sea blue satin coverlet and matching silken sheets.

“Nice of her to point out where her jewels are kept!” He thanked the clueless girl!

He swiftly went over and began opening the many drawers of the jewellery case, or jewellery coffin as some would churlishly call it!

The thin light of his torch lit up a sinfully copious display of jewels, note quite as valuable as the ones discovered in the master bedroom, but it was a damn close race all the same!

He happily began pulling out the drawers and sliding the prettily flickering contents into an already bulging case.

Rudely discarding the empty drawers unceremoniously upon the floor.

The lady he hoped, would appreciate the dedicated “realism “that this’ Gaston’ of her’s was going to put into her play, and he was just the person to make it realistic!

He reckoned this with a rather nefarious smile spreading upon the bearded face, covered by its thin black mask.

At that precise moment, he heard the door creak slowly open….

She was coming in quietly, and soon the lady proved her mettle to be quite the actress!

He heard her gasp behind him as he continued on his work!

“ No, not my jewels, Do anything to me but don’t take my family jewels!”

blogged on DTI here

blogged on DTI here

EXPLORED!

I LOVED the client's coverlet on their bed. I want one for a backdrop!!

My dear china head, Louisa, finally has something to wear. I used my husband's cast off dress shirt to make her a skirt and jacket. Poor gal was in her bloomers and chemise for years! She is feeling much more dignified now.

China head antique doll - named after Louisa May Alcott. She is about 7 inches tall - over scaled for 1:12 furniture

Book, pillows, and dress made by me

Bed - I made it from a kit when I was 15

Cats - from a gift shop in Lake Placid, NY

1:12 dollhouse furniture

Coverlet - Etsy

Artboard walls painted white

Window - Hobby Lobby with wax paper insert

Scrapbook paper flooring