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This Christmas bauble was hand beaded with sequins and pins by me. I have a Christmas tradition. I bead Christmas baubles for a select group of friends every year.
Each bauble is 15 centimetres in diameter and contain hundreds of sequins, varying in number depending upon the complexity of the pattern and the type of sequins I use. Most sequins in this bauble are 5mm in diameter, except for the snowflake sequins which are 10mm. Depending upon the colour of the sequin, I will use either a gold or a silver pin to attach it to the bauble. I always leave the hearts and stars until last, allowing a gap in the sequin chain to pin them in.
These baubles are smaller than some others I do, however because it is a complex pattern which starts from the inside and is worked outwards in ever larger circles, each bauble takes approximately 2 to 2 1/2 hours per side.
It is however, a labour of love which I do to pass the time throughout the year.
Por fin hago el hand tag... aunque con una cucada de keka que no es mía, espero que no le importe a su dueña! Me encanta cómo me ha quedado esta foto :)
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Finally, here is my hand tag... but that Dolly is not mine, hehe! I hope her mum likes the pic, I love it :)
Dollshe Saint 28M fresh skin and Ringdoll 70cm hands in white.
Photo taken indoors with flash bounced off ceiling.
Great-grandmother & great-granddaughter, hand in hand - a mere 85 years (and a note to remind her of my birthday) between them.
My parents may have given me a flawed brain, but they gave me great hands.
They were never pretty, but they literally did the job. I took my hands for granted, of course, as most of us do. They made play time great for me and loved to draw and color and make all kinds of things.
My hands and I were raised by my grandmother, Mary Price Petersen. In exchange for an Uncle going on a mission to Finland, a local music teacher gave me free piano lesson for the duration of the mission. It was a good trade-off for me.
When I was a teenager a friend's mother offered to give several of us piano players organ lessons. That was an opportunity for my hands and feet!
Because I was a business major in High School, I learned to type and take shorthand with my hands. The connection held - the brain took in the information and my hands worked effortlessly at translating the brain waves.
These ugly, wrinkled hands learned how to make love, hold a tiny infant, change four trillion diapers and safely bathe infants and wriggling toddlers and force reluctant teenagers to bathe.
They did housework, made clothes, patch torn clothes, cooked food, took care of wounds and helped me pray.
Now they help me do genealogy research, operate a computer, make quilts and do housework. We won't talk about cooking - I'm not much help to my hands in that department - they are on their own!
My son-in-law took a picture of my hands recently. Now, there was the shocker. When and where did I inherit the hand of an old woman? The last time I looked at them, it was through the rosy lenses of deception, I guess, and my hands were the same hands I had carried at the ends of my arms since I was born.
I have hope that the picture of my hands doesn't speak the blunt truth, but I suspect my hands will only get older and older.
Count it a blessing then - I have two hands!
Arlene Thalman Torst, born 1937
Our Daily Challenge - Your Own Hand
I've always struggled with my nails. When I was young I would bite them and even if I didn't they had a tendency to flake and break easily. I also spend too much time cleaning or gardening to ever have beautifully manicured nails.
photo challenge 2009
day # 76: hands
i was constantly taking pictures of my girlfriend one dinner time until this happened.
sigma 30mm f1.4
I can manually focus my camera, but the on-screen focussing window is next to useless. So it has focussed on his palm and wrist, not what I intended but hey ho.
Dollshe Saint 28M fresh skin and Ringdoll 70cm hands in white.
Photo taken indoors with flash bounced off ceiling.
I was taking Dottie outside when I looked down and saw this little egg in the grass. We had lots of wind and rain last night so I am sure it got blown out of the nest then.
It makes me a little sad to think of the parent birds that lost their little one.
Still carrying on with my 365 days.
As of yesterday my resolve was pretty shaken, but i've decided that as long as there's a camera in my hands, I will continue.
I'm pretty sure nearly everyone has one of these "give up and write it on your hand" type of photos. So here is to conformity, in all it's uninspiring...ness. Is that a word? Uninspiringness? Doubt it.
Anyway, this is Tuesday's photo so I'm a little behind--but will catch up today or tomorrow.
My wife and daughter. They are so much alike, not just because of their hands.
Explore #417 05/21/2007
Piano Hands - Hands on Music series
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The little hands at work...!!
Performing work at a kiln, he is used to do work with his family elders from dawn to dusk, where they create and develop the beautiful pottery and handicrafts. The goods are sold into the local markets and exported around the world -mostly to the African region and Arabian peninsula.
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