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Purchased while I was hunting with Olaf on my trip, off of a lady whose brother earned these papers. An older pic I couldn't post while Flickr was giving me issues.
This pattern sews three different petticoats or slips for that extra fullness in your dresses and formals.
Maker & Pattern # McCalls 8715
Copyright Date:1951
Cost of Original Pattern: $ .35
Waist: 24
Hip:33
Pattern Envelope: small tear at bottom, discolored due to age, small creases and rough at corners
Pattern Instructions: included
Pattern Pieces: complete
Proud Member of Etsy CAST Team & Etsy SHE Team
The manager of my neighborhood Radio Shack found these old sales slips while cleaning out his back room, getting ready to close the store.
Some polyester and several nylon. Just moved them to a bigger draw because I couldn't see what I had, and was actually suprised when I discovered I had ones I'd forgotten about.
OK, kiddies, everyone got the slips from your parents? 'Cuz it's sex education time. We're going to talk about angiosperms, or flowering plants. Those of you whose parents think that what I am about to talk about is dirty may now leave the room.
A flower is a sex organ. It contains both male and female parts. The male organ is called, collectively, the STAMEN. It consists of a supporting FILAMENT with a terminal ANTHER. The anther produces pollen, which in turn produces sperm. The female organ is called the PISTIL. It consists of a supporting STYLE tipped by the STIGMA. At the base of the pistil is the OVARY. Pollen falling on the stigma is conducted down a tube in the pistil to the ovary, which is where babies—I mean seeds—are made.
In the accompanying photographs we see the sex organs of the red Lilium orientalis and the yellow mollis azalea, which is a deciduous rhododendron. In each species we see multiple anthers laden with pollen, and a single stigma.
How does the pollen get from the anther to the stigma? Wind and numerous animals including hummingbirds and insects such as bees, beetles, and butterflies are the primary means of transporting pollen. These POLLINATORS have fine feathers or hairs (cilia) to which the pollen clings until the insect encounters a stigma, which is covered with a sticky exudate to which the pollen clings.
Now, kiddies, we learned in an earlier class why you must not make babies with your brother or sister, which is called "inbreeding." But angiosperms have no defense against inbreeding, or self-pollination, and they do it frequently as pollen from an anther reaches the stigma on the same flower or on another flower on the same plant. But flowers receive sufficient pollen from unrelated individuals (cross-pollination) to counter the worst effects of self-pollination. Flower breeders sometimes prevent cross-pollination and make use of self-pollination to breed plants with desirable characteristics. In the process they produce many plants with undesirable characteristics, and those are destroyed. Plant breeders also use genetic manipulation to produce plants that are sterile so that they can profit from desirable plants; gardeners (or farmers) cannot collect seeds to sow the next year, but must buy them from the breeder.
Vintage slips awaiting embellishment.
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The sun slips behind clouds above the North Twin Lake in Inchelium, WA
Watch my video of this tranquil lake on my page |A Visti to Twin Lakes|
So I have a new project! I am working on a Queen-sized contemporary bed and bedding. The bed is an inverted mahogany letter tray, the mattress is foam covered in white muslin, and I've made two bed pillows and two matching brown pillow slips. Next up is the comforter! Since I don't have a sewing machine, I'm doing it all by hand--which is all I can do right now because I'm having workmen at my place and the doll desk where I do most of my work is currently buried.
As the sun slips towards the horizon, the F&W Railtours 'Welsh Central Liner' tour of 3 March 1984 stands at Severn Tunnel Junction with Class 40 no.40035 plus Class 37 no.37266 at the head. The Class 40 had been the main advertised power for the day, but passengers also enjoyed haulage by Class 50 no.50001, Class 45 no.45064 and Class 37s 37266+37300. The pair shown took the train from Severn Tunnel Junction to Bristol via Gloucester. I rode in the rear cab of the Class 40 to Gloucester and in the front cab of the Class 37 between Gloucester and Bristol. This was the second F&W tour on which I travelled.
Re-engining and reversing at Severn Tunnel Junction in the manner of this train would be impossible with the current track layout, and anyway the frequency of service trains (nowadays almost entirely passenger) would not allow the required platform time.
Of all the great things I discovered in Saskatchewan, the greatest was (surprise!) the least expected. I met a photographer who, lo and behold, is like a younger, more talented, much more energetic version of me. (Oh, and male. Like a long-lost little brother I never knew I had.)
Some day I hope to see him again, so we and our cameras can have a good playdate. Even if I don't, I've already benefited hugely from our meeting. He convinced me, by showing me amazing shots I couldn't figure out, that it's high time I explored the world of off-camera flash.
I'm always gonna love natural light; it's all I've ever really used - just because it's always available, and I've been too busy learning the basics to take that next big step. Clearly, I'm ready. I can't hardly wait to dig in to my new "lighting 101" kit. It should be here in a matter of hours... oh, I can hardly stand the excitement!
Meanwhile... this place here. Sad. It's so very sad. It never had indoor plumbing or a bathroom or much in the way of convenience... but its two (count 'em, two) ironing boards live on in the bedroom... along with half a dozen beautiful handmade white cotton-and-lace slips. And of course this letter box. It's empty, but it's made of thin metal so it might have held all kinds of wonders in its day.
I don't suppose these places will survive much longer. Once the roof caves in, it's pretty much over and this roof is close to collapse. (Another layer of sadness on the other layers of sadness. And so it goes, from death to decay to disappearance.)
A Series of Unfortunate Events
Acte Two
A Chocolate Trét
The taller thief froze some sixth sense brought on by the many parties such as this attended by her, which had given her a sort of intuition about people and their curious behavior.
A figure, alone, swearing a swishing gown was directly approaching the taller thief.
The unseen stranger came up and placed a hand upon the taller thief’s sleek waist.
A warm figure slips up against her, and a body hot with lust is felt as a voice whispers….
“I thought you may have been eyeing me up in there. And here you are waiting. Did you like what you saw, sweetie?”
Even though she was far more used to males being the ones to boldly come on to her, the taller thief did not miss a beat. She leans back up against what she now realizes is the lady in blue satin and deliciously sparkly diamonds and sapphires. She had, without trying, managed to hook a wealthy one, and possibly a gullible twit by nature.
The taller thief played her prey, as a spider attracted an innocent jewel-coloured fly.
The taller thief turned and faced the lady whose heavily blue/violet mascara-lined eyes were wide with interest. The thief runs her hands along the scintillating slickly gown-covered sides of the lady in blue.
The wealthy young twit lady answered by brazenly running a hand along the thief’s tight-covered hinny
As the pair draw dangerously close,
The female thief placed her hand onto the sensuous feeling, pricey satin-covered waistline of the sapphire burdened lady, the thief’s long fingers dropping quickly down and also groped the lady’s round firm butt, nicely outlined by the tight-fitting blue satin gown she wore. The thief smiled, answering truthfully…
“I so ever did like, that’s a perfectly lovely dress you’re wearing. It looks very….provocative if I may say.”
The lady smiled, eyes half closing as the thief ran her fingers up her prey’s slick backside.
“My name is Cadie. What’s yours beautiful?”
The thief stroked her fingers back up the luscious blue gown, eying the captivating earrings glitting down from her earlobes, as she gave her the name she had given herself for the evening.
“My name is Rose darling one…”
Looking around, Cadie wrapped an arm along “Rose’s” waist pulling her close.
“Oh I love roses, what a pretty name.”
The thief smiled, her eyes wide with rapture over her thoughts.
“So do I ( and they have prickling catching Thorne don't they)the thief thought eyeing up the truly magnificent sapphires rippling fervently around the alluringly delicious lady's throat.
“Rose” ventured on
“They have very pretty roses in the gardens. Have you seen them?”
Cadie excitedly nodded, sending her earrings into a sparkling frenzy.
“They are beautiful.”
“Rose” tightened her web.
Yes, they are, and even prettier ones bathed in moonlight by the boat house.
I saw the boathouse from the gardens. but I did not go there. Seemed isolated and creepy. Sounds lovely enough though., of course one is with someone else…”
The door behind them opened and both lady’s hands went to their sides.
“Rose” looked around and leaned into the lady, murmuring with a conspiracist-type whisper
With two of us, it would be less creepy. More enchanting even. Perhaps we can meet there, later Cadie, if you can get away alone?”
Cadie looked thoughtful, as the thief called “Rose” had her eyes locked with a lusty gaze into Cadie’s own.
“I can, er will, certainly try.”
The grandfather clocked chimed eleven
“Rose” suggests…
Say after midnight? I need time to lose my friend.
Cadie looked apprehensive…
“Friend ?”
“Rose” reassured Cadie by tickling into the girl’s side.
“My cousin luv, it shouldn’t be hard. But I suggest we not be seen leaving together, a tryst should be done unnoticed. Don’t you agree my dear?”
Cadie blushed, then nodded and winked, leaving.
“Rose” watched with a broad smile as Cadie made her way down the stairs. Saying to the departing wealthy lady with the shimmering jewels.
“Definitely unnoticed…”
“Rose left after seeing Cadie move off. She located Emilee sitting next to a gent at the bar.
^^^^^^
Meanwhile, at the bar Emily was in a very animated conversation with a blonde-haired young gent named Gary, looking very handsome in a fitted suit. His hand was caressing her satin skirt-covered leg while telling her a story about his horses running a race. A heavy silver Rolex hung outlined on his tanned wrist, gleamed with an expensive call.
As Gary finished Emily placed a hand on his suit jacket.
“How exciting monsieur, your horses must be very quick to win so many races.
He chuckled, lifting his head to take a drink from his pint.
As he did do, Emily dipped her long fingers inside his jacket and smoothly extracted his fat billfold.
It was then a hand was placed on her shoulder. Emilee turned with an innocent look planted on her face, relieved inside to find her partner standing there.
“Rose” cheerfully greeted Emilee
“Hello, my cousin. Pardon the interruption, but could you please meet with me out on the balcony?”
Emily patted the gentleman on his shoulder.
“Pardon Mon chérie I find myself being called away. Later for that second dance please.”
The blonde-haired gentleman gave “Rose” a once over and grinned at Emilee
“Certainly cutie, see you in a bit then.”
Emilee got up and followed her partner. Glancing back she saw that her blonde gentleman friend had already found a new female conquest.
The two ladies went out on the balcony and found an isolated shadowy corner.
There were no tables and chairs on the balcony, so not many stayed there long. Soon the pair of thieves found themselves alone.
Emilee turned to her friend, her eyes with a questioning look. For she had wanted a go at that silver Rolex.
“Rose” happily squeezed her arm.
“I met a twit.”
Emilee asked curiously…
“A twit, luv? “
“Rose” glanced back at the ballroom as she answered…
“Yes, a twit, wearing the most beautiful diamonds and sapphires.”
Emily squealed with a happy pounce…
“Oooh delicious, That’s the best kind.”
“Rose” huddled close and explained what had happened, with Emilee hungrily listening to every word. A plan was then hatched, centered around the hapless Cadie and relieving her of the valuables and jewels she was wearing.
Now as they talked amongst themselves “Rose” kept watch around them to make sure they were not attracting anyone’s attention. They weren’t.
Emilee was titillated, excitedly asking a question.
“Ma chérie, do you think it is early to go there now?”
“Rose”, her eyes still looking around began to answer, then stumbled over her words, placing a startled hand to her throat.
“I…I….”
“Rose” had now froze for someone had attracted her attention. She looked at Emilee and whispered.
“Look carefully over my shoulder, do you see what I spy with my devious little eye?”
Both were watching a young lass of about 17 making her solitary way across the balcony.
She is breathtakingly elegant.
Attired in a far too wickedly lovely long satin dress of a rich hue of chocolate brown, the dress was embroidered with flickering rhinestones. Long chocolate brown satin gloves graced her hands up to her elbows. The shiny gown flows down along the girl's delightful well-endowed figure. And adorning that well-pointed figure is a rather healthy, (or could that possibly be said to be an unhealthy this evening ?) display of flickering diamonds that are undeniably, and quite expensively, real.
Emilee whispered with a happy smirk…
“How had neither of us spotted this one yet? “
The young lady’s happy smile was captivating and the jewels she wore were the perfect lure for a couple of thieves eager to land a coup de gras
The dazzling jewels the newcomer wore consisted of a very stunning silver necklace set with far too sparkly diamonds that cascaded down from her throat and dripped down the front of her chocolate satin dress. Her long silky hair was down held in place from her face by a pair of thin long diamond-encrusted silver fern leaf-shaped clips. Long silver earrings swung down freely in and out of her earlobes, both set with streams of cascading flickering diamonds. She was wearing elegant chocolate satin gloves to her elbows. Around her wrists sparkle twin wide diamond bracelets. From her fingers on her right hand sparkled a pair of diamond and citrine gemmed cocktail rings. Wrapped around her gown’s waistline was a ribbed brown satin sash, in the centre dangled a long diamond broach, diamonds forming a kite shape, with silver strings of diamonds dangling down from the slanted sides to the bottom point.
The girl was swishing towards the railing overlooking the gardens. She failed to notice the pair of female thieves watching her with sinister intent from the shadowy corner that hid them.
As they pair watched, Emily commented in a low murmur out of the side of her mouth.
“My what jewels that pretty thing is wearing. Be a pity if she met up with the wrong person.”
“Rose” answered her…
“Well, I do think it’s a pity how those far-to-brite jewels are detracting from how darling she looks in that luxurious satin dress.
As they watched the pretty thing, the girl meandered with whimsical elegance to the steps and going down, was soon lost to view.
Emily turned to “Rose” and said miserably…
“I would think with a sapphire twit in hand, our minds should only be there. So sad, no more lifting to be done tonight.
“Rose” turned with a sombre face and looked down into her partner’s sadly eager eyes…. Then she smiled with a wickedly endeared look at Emilee.
“A present given to one needs to be unwrapped…
You know, she is the spitting image of my niece Cecelia, who is not wearing jewels, don’t you think? I should go and tell her. And as I do, you should come up and also mistake her for Cecilia whom I’m talking with. Then we can help the poor lass to look much more like her? “
Emilee winks at her companion, giggling.
“She is the spitting image of Cecilia. That’s a lovely name for a niece that doesn’t exist. don’t you think? And so convenient that our “mistaken double” is allowed to be out wearing her good jewellery this fine evening while "safe" at home. “
The balcony is still deserted as the two hunting thieves quickly make for the stairs.
Reaching them they head down.
The prey in shimmering chocolate satin, is just moving off the last step. Her diamonds twinkled seductively along her figure as she meandered into the gardens.
Once they reach the bottom the two thieves nod to each other, splitting up.
“Rose” begins tracking the victim, her figure trembling with increasing excitement as her victim walks further along in the deserted gardens.
The girl spied a rabbit sitting still underneath a bench. She freezes in step as she watched the cute soft furry thing eating grass.
“Rose” spies Emilee by a fountain a ways off to the opposite side. The taller thief puts a finger to the side of her nose and nods in the unwary girl's direction.
“Rose” sneaks up behind the still unwary girl.. keeping her eyes on the satin sash wrapped around the victim's svelte waistline and tied with a neat little bow behind. The glittering, now unseen diamond broach attached to the front of the satin sash is her objective.
“Rose” reached the girl so focused on watching the hare, that she is unaware of being approached.
“Rose” speaks to the girl as she wraps her arms around her incredibly soft waist pulling her back in a hug at the same time, her fingers easily following the path of the satin sach to the valuable diamond broach.
“Cecelia, fancy meeting you out here.”
The rabbit scampered off as “Rose” spoke. She felt the girl jump in her arms, and her fingers used this to easily unclasp the startled wealthy young lady’s glittering broach.
The girl protested apologetically to the lady who held her from behind, her mind so befuddled it never occurred to her until much later when it was pointed out to her that there was no girl there who had been wearing a similar gown as hers. So it had all been a ruse by the pair to get her jewellry, so she was informed.
“My names not Cecilia miss, sorry.”
Holding the lifted broach clasped in her fist, “Rose” turned the girl around and stared into her victim's wide-open eyes.
“Rose” now apologizes. Placing a hand to her mouth, while her other goes behind her back, secreting the broach inside a hidden pocket.
“Oh. I’m ever so sorry, I thought you were my niece. How embarrassing. “
“Rose” then reached over and stroked the young lady’s sensuous brown chocolate satin gown, taking close inventory of the unwary young lady’s remaining jewellery as she continued with an easy truthful praise in her syrupy voice.
“Please forgive me my blunder, darling one, but my you are wearing the prettiest dress I’ve ever seen!”
The girl blushed, lowering her head, long diamond earrings falling out from her hair in twin cascading sparkles of flickering delight.
From the girl's flank, Emilee now approached.
Silently reaching the extraordinarily well-dressed young lady unseen from behind she takes hold of the girl’s arms pinning her in place, startling her.
From the young lady’s shiny backside, Emilee asks “Rose”…
. Is this your niece then? Hello Cecilia, let’s have a look at you.”
Emily turns the protesting girl to face her.
“I’m not her niece Cecilia!? My name is Lilly Abbotte miss, sorry. “
It’s now Emilee’s turn to study the girl under the pretense of making sure she is not Cecelia, taking in the girl's remaining valuables.
From behind her, “Rose” is tugging on her earlobe as she says to Emily from behind their victim, as she places her hands on either side of Heather’s sleekly covered sides, tickling the unsuspecting girl under her arms.
“But doesn’t Heather look exactly like Cecile, luv? Especially if her hair was up? Don’t you think?”
Emily lifted her hands to the now giggling girl's silky long red hair, lifting it and piling it up as “Rose” placed her hands on Lilly’s shoulders, relishing in the feel of expensive chocolate brown satin.
Emilee, looking into Heather's smiling
eyes, clasping her fingers upon the hapless young girl’s ears, squeals.
“Oh my, you are absolutely correct, Lilly you are as adorable as Cecilia.”
Meanwhile, from behind the high neckline of the girl’s scintillating gown, “Rose’s” fingers tingled as her fingers undid the now exposed clasp of the diamond necklace young Lilly was wearing. The flashy necklace loaded with precious diamonds was easily whisked from around her throat.
Emily winks, letting down the lass’s hair.
Without looking “Rose” knew Lilly was no longer wearing those long sparkling diamond earrings that had been playing peekaboo and out of her let-down red sheer mane of hair.
Emily complimented Lilly on her lovely satin dress as “Rose” let fingers stroke along her gown. Lilly turns her head to look back at “Rose” as Emily seizes hold of the victim’s hands turning her attention away from her, as she suddenly gasps
“Oh, mon Dieu, snake in the grass.”
Lilly jumps, looking down at her feet.
“Rose” grasps Lilly to her too, holding onto the girl's hand as all three are looking down at the grass around their feet. Emily at the same time uses her subterfuge to whisk off one of Lilly’s fancy heavily jeweled bracelets from the wrist of the startled girl's satin glove.
At the same time, “Rosé” is still holding Lilly’s gloved hand and gently caressing her fingers to comfort her, as she manages to rub off her two rings while the fruitless search is taking place.
Emily sighs…
“That was close. Méchante small and quick things, snakes.”
Buying into our ploy The girl gives us both hugs.
Rose is standing behind Emilee, who as Lilly hugs the French thief, her hands around Emilee’s waist , works off the unwary girl’s remaining diamond bracelet.
The pair then say adieu and move off.
Happily, Lilly then walks off, heading back to the manor house.
Emily sighs happily as they both watch her walk away.
“Definitely an improvement on her looks.”
“Rose nods in agreement.
“Though we left her with those lovely diamond hair clips. Pity we didn’t get them. And the sumptuous gown, I would have loved to just peel that off her “
Emilee just sighs.
As both thieves watch the swishing gowned Lilly reach the bottom of the stairs. Emilee, with a hand to her heart, turns to her partner.
“Ma chérie, I have thoughts, but they may be too daring, no?”
“Rose”, still watching Lilly, answers.
“You have wonderful thoughts my friend, what are they?”
Emilee looks up at her partner.
“When you meet your lushly sapphire-laden twit, would it not be delicious if you were wearing the necklace of Lilly’s, or is that too daring my friend?
“Rose” turns her head to look down into to bright dark gaze of the little French thief and solemnly says…
“Far too daring my little one.
“Rose’s” face then lights up with a wicked smile.
“So all the more reason to do so!”
They walk off into a corner of shrubs, a mostly hidden view allows them to watch the balcony and stairs.
“Rose” takes out from her hidden pockets all of her takings and hands them to Emilee. Keeping Lilly’s fancy diamond necklace, she placed it around her throat, where it lay down with dazzled magnificence along the front of her shiny dress. The diamonds dripped down to just above her breasts, tightly outlined by her party dress. Fleshy and full, “Rose’s” raised nipples and breasts now stood out with an even more provocative statement.
Emilee sighs with eager anticipation as she fondles the diamonds of the necklace her partner is wearing. She pulls out the stolen watch and looks at its face.
“It is now almost minuit , time now for me to go and prepare the ‘piégeage’, no!”
“Rose looked up from the necklace and glanced over towards the still-deserted balcony.
“Yes my dear one, time to set up the ‘entrapment’.”
To be continued.
Playground slips into darkness and nothingness - some of the last lights flash faintly on the screen - the quality was not top notch but the creativity lit up
The sandwich antique market. nothing quite so photographic as these slips hanging on the fense. supposedly peach was the thing once... (my mother has a better photo of these)