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The second collection from ~Cat~ (wetcat flux/Rie silverfall) and yours truly is finally here. These last two collection are all about the refuge we find through art in RL and SL.
Today we present to you the Threaded Wonders collection. About the smoothness embroidery art can bring to your life. First and Second.
This collection is made of two packs and of course a fatpack is available at a discount.
Everything is available in both PBR and non PBR versions.
💜 Crafting Pack with animations and poses embodied for this collection only. The pack includes: Groups desk and rocking chair with props with 4 bento animations and 4 static poses with pop up props. The pack also includes the table and the rocking chair in decor only and Embroidery in the making needle and thread.
💜 Decor Pack with different Hoops, Treasure Jar, Treasure Box, Ready Embroidery of two kinds, Scissors open and closed, Threads of different kinds and colours and Table Lamp
💜 Fatpack includes everything at a nice discount.
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•By a Thread•
Arms raised, reaching for the sky, half alive and broken. Brittle bones and tattered dreams, a picture tells of words unspoken. Bright lights and dark caves, my mind and soul are lost, lost sometimes, sometimes...
I get asked why I don’t write more, and to be honest, sometimes I just can’t make sense of my words or feelings. I’ve been in such a rut but lately I’ve been feeling better after realizing that part of the reason I’ve been so down could be laziness. I’ve been lazy, I’ve been gaining weight, and in turn my creativity has suffered, I’ve been lazy in my process, and processing. That all ended today, in hopes of being proactive and breaking free of what has been like heavy chains on my soul. Sometimes I just want to feel normal, like “tomorrow I’ll be better”.
A few months ago while out with a client we were treated to one of the most amazing, and strange displays of light, and clouds I’ve ever seen, with temps over 100°, and random lightning (no thunder) striking often and randomly. I was lucky to capture a frame with lightning while the sun was peaking through.
On a beautiful day, the adventurous guitarist plays a secret melody, his chords weaving invisible threads between worlds.
Hyères les Palmiers. PACA region
We were at a fabric store when I noticed this display of thread. I just can't resist patterns, particularly when there is some form of variation which only accentuates the repetition. Here, it's the colors and the missing spools which really sells the rank and file configuration.
We saw lots of doors in Marrakech with remnants of different coloured threads attached to the handles or other bits of door furniture. Once attached several strands are spun together to create a thicker single strand, like the twists of embroidary thread you find in your local habadashers.
Preys on insects and spiders. It paralyzes insects, buries them and lays eggs on top of the insect. It becomes food for the young.
Intended for Macro Mondays
“Needle and Thread”
Another pleasing and very easy effort with my little Panasonic. I think the autofocus is just outstanding. Direct sun through Venetian blinds. Scrap of Hardanger embroidery cloth used for needle storage. Eye of the upper needle is about 3/8".
My fave color. :o)
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Smile on Saturday, crazy couples.
Great little thread catchers to have near a sewing machine or craft area. I made these in hopes of having a few less threads hanging onto me.
The day started off quite nicely but by the time I got around to thinking about a shot for today, it was foul, so looked for an indoor shot. I threaded six different coloured cottons through the needle and twisted them up a bit. Taken in upstairs window where there was a little more light, trees in the background, gold reflector to the front.
Photo taken for the 114 pictures in 2014 group, Item 46. Needle
My photos taken for this challenge will be here: www.flickr.com/photos/janflicks/sets/72157639276149116/
The thread-waisted wasp:
after 2 hours going through each plant that could be an ideal place for bees and wasps at their sleep.
I came across many different species of wasps and another few bees that were all covered in dew, which made them wet and not photogenic at all. I came across this beautiful wasp, This is a Thread-Waisted wasp, I admit it is so beautiful I was just amazed by this find, sleeping pretty high on a dry plant holding it with the big mandibles not to lose grip at their sleep, pretty hard to shoot, but the time was limited before she would get warm enough to fly away and start hunting for a prey to paralyze and burry under the sand.
It is normal to me to find these wasps sleeping since i have seen dozens that day, I am convinced this is another species that I haven't seen before, Yet one of the most beautiful I have ever seen if not the most.
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lot of old people think that when they're going to an elderly home that there life is finished and can't do anything , not for this old nepali woman who is busy making from wool a thread so that later she can knit it
Where the Blue Fades
Time crumbles like weathered stone,
its dust a pale haze of grey
that settles in the hollows of my chest.
I search for you there—
in the places where light breaks,
then fades like the dying edge of blue.
The sky forgets its color,
its azure skin peeled back to grey.
It is the same with memory:
your voice, once clear as a bell,
now dissolves in the air,
a thread unwinding into silence.
How quietly love unravels—
like mist dissolving into itself,
like waves pulling the shore into their hunger.
You are the distant hue,
a blue I can no longer name,
slipping further with every blink.
In this grey expanse,
I am only the shadow of what was,
moving without rhythm,
waiting for the colors to return,
though I know they will not.
Time, that betrayer,
has stolen even the shape of you,
leaving only the faintest outline
and the ache where blue once lived.
36 / 365
da anni ormai sostengo la mia teoria sul filo invisibile che lega determinate persone.
è difficile per quante cose possano accedere, che questo filo si spezzi…
il pensiero di una l'azione dell'altro o viceversa oppure solamente pensieri che si intrecciano con le nuvole di un cielo che è sempre lo stesso.
Se un capo è teso dall'altra parte si sente…
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Small treasures.
Most of these are wooden spools. My favourite is the small spool of "service khaki", it's only an inch high.
It was nestled inside of an unsightly sewing bag that was falling apart at the seams: thick, soft cotton thread perfect for the tatting of handmade lace. Tucked among the threads was an old receipt dated 1929. But more amazingly, I found a piece of tatting, a project started and then stopped 80 years ago.
I wondered who had tatted that beginning of lace. Was it a young bride–to-be, eagerly creating pieces that would be sewn to her wedding gown? Was it a new mother who wanted to add a special touch to the christening gown of her tiny baby? Or was it a grandmother beginning a lace collar for her favorite granddaughter?
And then the question begged to be asked: why did she stop? And that, my friends, is another story for another time.
Please take a look large and on black: View On Black
Textures by www.flickr.com/photos/hanne_exurban/sets/72157622112724335/
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For a project for Caturah.
The process of making has been good for me. I like putting single elements together into a useful whole.
new post on respite
vintage spools from of my great-grandma's. They are varying shades of green, and I often wonder what she was trying to match to buy all these slightly different colors. Those wooden spools are so much more lovely than the plastic spools today.