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From Virginia, Rob brought back some antique furniture from his late grandmother's home. One of the pieces of furniture is a large chest of drawers. The drawers are still filled with all of her craft things -- bits of fabric, doll-making supplies, sewing sundries. A couple of the drawers are filled with spools of colorful thread, and those are just wonderful to look at.
Spools of thread, cards with trim or bias tape and bits of lace totally remind me of my childhood. My mother always sewed all my clothes and I didn't wear a 'store bought' dress until I was old enough to have a part-time job and buy my own.
Mum was an excellent seamstress and could make the most complicated patterns. When I was in high school and all the other girls were beginning to dress like hippies I was the one kitted out in tweed suits sewn from Vogue patterns that made me look like Angela Lansbury from Murder She Wrote. I even had jackets with bound buttonholes. I betcha there is hardly anyone reading this who is familiar with a bound buttonhole but take it from me it's very complicated sewing.
Do you think I was happy wearing these designer clothes? Not even a bit....it was horrifying...it was humiliating.....it was persecution. :-D I wanted to be like all the other girls and wear cheap stuff off the rack. This caused no end of consternation in our household resulting in tears, harsh words, foot stomping and pouting but I still had to wear those remarkably well made clothes.
One of my greatest liberating triumphs came when my mother made my coat for school. It was a dressy knee length coat with a lovely weave in powder blue. It was an old lady coat. There wasn't a day that went by that this ungrateful daughter didn't complain about her embarrassing coat so finally my mother said she would dye it navy blue if it would make me happier about it. It seemed a compromise I could live with.
So Mum set about dying the coat and when she was done it had shrunk to the size of something only a five year old could wear.
I was overjoyed.
She was dismayed.
It was vindication.
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“There's a thread that binds all of us together, pull one end of the thread, the strain is felt all down the line”
~ Rosamund Marshall
Southbound CSX junker M543 is moving over Crooked Hill at a good clip behind ES44AH number 825 as it navigates one of the most interesting locations on the CC Sub, a remote spot known as Orlando. Here, an almost immediate succession of bridges and tunnels let the L&N's Cincinnati to Atlanta mainline take the easy route through the Kentucky mountains. 825's nose is popping out of the 912-foot Tunnel 14, framed by the portal of Tunnel 15, a 105-foot "needle eye" passing through a narrow ridge. Between the two lies a 187-foot deck girder bridge over Roundstone Creek, and behind the camera is a 202-foot curved span over another branch of the same stream. Certainly one of the coolest places to watch trains I've ever been!
My box of thread for a project I just finished. I always wait until the piece comes back from the dry cleaners before I put the thread away. You never know if you'll have to restitch something after it's been cleaned and pressed so I leave the thread in my little project box. Once I've inspected the piece, I put the bobbins back and start hunting for a new project to occupy my time.
One last piece of vintage machinery from Thomas Edison's machine shop.
There are some great pieces of industrial history here, but the light can be a bit challenging for a photographer, due to the big windows. Guess I need to go back for a longer visit on a cloudy day in the winter...
This finch had some very fine, almost hairlike feathers that promptly showed up. Such a beautiful little bird.
I have always wondered what was all that stuff on top of Scripps Pier. I was shocked to find out that there were toy boats up there!
A friend came over to learn a little about macro photography and this is the result. Shot with a legacy Zuiko 50mm f/3.5 macro lens with an adapter on an OM- D EM1 Mk ll. Stacked with Photoshop.
First time to see these in our lantana. Tried to grab a couple of photos, not quite in sharp focus but wanted to record its presence. May get better ones later. They nest in the ground.
This is "Kaga Temari". Japanese traditional handcraft.
Winding the chunk of cotton by a color thread until it forms a precise sphere.
i'm really just hanging on by a thin thread. i think i plan so much for myself. the trouble is, im the type of person who HAS to do it. i dont make promies to myself and others i cant keep. so if i have a goal, i do it. and then i spread myself thin and dont have enough time!
well. maybe ill take a little time off from being so busy (but still do my 365...of course)
Needle threaded through an orange …. extension tubes used 52mm with 50mm lens .. 44 photos stacked ..focus rail used
Our Daily Challenge ... I used to.
I used to love sewing and making clothes for myself and family. Now I rarely get the machine out ... just for mending and alterations which is not much fun.
For many years I was really into machine applique and I made simple tops with interesting designs stitched onto them to sell in a boutique where I lived. They sold well and I saved enough money to buy a better sewing machine which now just sits in the cupboard unused. I also have lots of left over threads which I now use only as photographic props. Today I'm featuring a couple of fancy ones which were not really a success in my opinion.
I still love the colours!