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It's the weekend! So that means it's time for FBF!
Our set of Friday Night Glitter Set are for Catwa , Genus Project & Lelutka! 12 pretty glosses and eye shadows for the awesome price of 75L!
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The HUD is attached below so you can check out the other awesome products on offer this week!
Stay Bee-autiful!
here's a little tut on spider web quilt blocks ( for my bee-autiful ladies )... i know some of you may already know how to make these, however... this is how i make mine and i'd love it if you could use my tutorial to keep all the blocks similar :)
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"Slam"
The door shut behind Baker as he took in his, rather disappointing surroundings. Although he could only see the entrance hallway and a fraction of what he assumed was the living room of the dilapidated building, he had expected more from Christ.
His 'faith' was faltering.
"This is *Baker turned at looked at the face of...Jesus?*...the hell?"
"Is something wrong my child...you never told me your name."
Looking at the sweet, trusting face of Christ now Baker couldn't help but tell him his name. I mean, there's no way anyone could have a face that perfectly matches Jesus, right?
"Jacob Baker my lord, and it's well, well it's just that..."
"What is it my child," Christ said this in an oddly annoyed yet also anxious tone.
"For a second it looked as though it...it looked as though, wel-"
"What!" In his anger 'Christ's' face became oddly, not Christ-like.
"It looked as though there was a stain on your face. A velvet stain, a stain of...blood..."
"..."
"My lord?"
"Jacob, how do you feel when you see a nude woman? Or man depending on your disposition." *The man's face changed as he talked, it grew more, emotionless, and less kind."
"Well my lor- wait, what do you mean?" Baker noticed the changes in the man's appearence, he had started to grow uneasy.
"You know? A pretty girl with blonde hair? A woman in a bikini? Don't you feel lustful? We are animals you know...our primary urges are that of lust and...hunger...
"What the hell are you going on about? Who the hell are you!"
"Oh Jakey *the man's devilish grin and bloodshot eyes turned to that of a young women in her 20s or so. 'She' smiled sweetly at Baker and talked to him like a lovesick puppy* will you just pleaassse listen?"
"Y-yes. Wh-whatever you say..." Baker stared at the beautiful 'women' in lust and utter awe.
"So, when you see a beee-autiful women you feel lust right? For you the pleasures of flesh are sexual, riiiiight?" Her eyelids fluttered.
"Yaaaa, like how I look at you, heh." Baker acted drunk, or as though he had been shot by Cupid himself when looking at the absolutely jaw-dropping 'girl'.
"Well *'she' smiled sweetly and fluttered her eyelids again* do you know...how I feel?
"Howww?"
"Hungry..." The devilish grin of yellow teeth stained the bright scarlet color of blood returned. Along with the eyes of a predator. The eyes of a creature that had found a meal...
"What...what the hell! Get away from me *the creature grabbed Baker's shoulders and stared into his soul. While the creature was quite hideous, with scars and sharp teeth, his powers exaggerated these features, and other features, into the stuff of demon-spawn* get off of me!"
"I FEEL HUNGRY JAKEY! SO HUNGRY! WHEN I SEE BARE FLESH, I HAVE NOT SEXUAL DESIRES. NO, I ONLY HAVE HUNGGEEEER!
"Get awa-"
"A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, WITH GOLDEN HAIR AND CURVES, IS THE SAME TO ME AS A CHICKEN LEG, A DELICOUS PIECE OF MEAT THAT I'LL CHOP AND CARVE! THEN I'LL CHEW TO BITS AND SWALLOW! HA HA HA! SO DELICIOUSSSSS! THERE VEINS JUICY, THERE SKIN TENDER, THEIR HEART SUCCULENT WITH BLOOD!"
"Please...let me go..." Baker was no longer angry or surprised...he was terrified to the point of desperation.
"Heh *the creature's voice had grown quieter* That'a boy. Your fear seasons your skin with sweat, your eyes with salty tears, and you veins with adrenaline. Normally I'd pick on children you know, easier to scare...but alas...there tiny, little bodies never suffice. I still hunger. Now Jakey *the creature took out a knife and held it next to Baker's face as he licked his lips* time for proper introductions. I...am Cornelius Stirk, and I...am going to cut you to itty, bitty pieces. *Stirk laughed a horrible bone-chilling laugh. One that would make a hyena piss itself* So, let's get started, ha."
Stirk had played with his pray to long. He had forgotten to embellish his repulsive looks. Baker began to come to his senses. The only thing this man had was a knife, as far as he knew. And a metal knife wasn't going to end Baker's life. His powerless life. Baker still hadn't gotten his power.
"Let..go OF ME!" Baker struggle with Stirk and as Stirk tried to thrust the stainless steel knife at Baker's face, Baker shot out his arm to deflect the blow. But something much more interesting happened.
"Ha ha. Time for supper Ja-what? WHAT!"
For an odd reason, when Baker shot out his arm towards the knife, it had gone flying. Baker was mystified, then remembered his powers. Now free of Stirk's grasp he backed up against a wall, looking at his hands.
"No. NO! I WILL NOT BE DENIED A MEAL! *Stirk opened a cupboard quickly and pulled out a bright red fire axe* Come here...JAKEY!"
As Stirk approaches Baker, neither fear nor desperation went through Baker's mind. Only anger, and a thought. A thought that had the revelation that, if his powers really had worked...he could retaliate. Against the cops, other criminals, those who looked down on him, and many more. Then he looked at Stirk. Stirk had tried to kill, him, tried to eat him. Now...Stirk...would be a trial run of Baker's powers.
"Come here Jakey!"
Baker looked at Stirk. It was time to retaliate.
First shot at doing a little macro work....although having a macro lens would probably make it a lot easier.
Explored August 12, 2009 - #310
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The whole of West Vancouver area was covered by trees full of beautiful spring blossoms. Petals were everywhere on cars and the ground. The bee above was making a bee-line for these spring blooms, already his feet together in glee, lol! It was my only capture so am glad it worked out.
I know, I know...I'm a little hooked on hexagons. Another block is in the works.
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For the amazing Amber. I sure hope they live up to your standards! Each block measures 12" square (well, all but one) and the pattern is based on Denyse Schmidt's Drunk Love. Can't wait to see the finished quilt!
Now I better get back to cutting...April is my month and I have been diving into my Katie Jump Rope stash. So excited! :-)
In the early rainy morning, the first thought came in my mind after seeing it was to just capture the drops spread on the petals of the white flower which making my garden so B-E-Autiful. the orange needles giving it a magnetic look. I tried with my digicam canon to get the drops visible on the petals. But it makes background dark. But after seeing drops on screen I was just happy.
Little bee art car, if anyone knows the creators please let me know.
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Opuntia, also known as nopales or paddle cactus. ..., is a genus in the cactus family, Cactaceae. Currently, only prickly pears are included in this genus of about 200 species distributed throughout most of the Americas. ... Like all true cactus species, prickly pears are native only to the Americas, however, they have been introduced to other parts of the globe...
Charles Darwin was the first to note that these cacti have thigmotactic anthers: when the anthers are touched, they curl over, depositing their pollen. This movement can be seen by gently poking the anthers of an open Opuntia flower. The same trait has evolved convergently in other cacti.
BEE-AUTIFUL!!!
This bee dug all the way to the bottom of the flower til it disappeared. I started the video when it was backing out. A bunch of cacti flower on Olsen Road and Lake Mead Blvd., just pass the Chevron gas station on the right.
1. wee wonderfuls stitchette square, 2. One little blue wren, 3. Cute Woodland Animal Embroidery, 4. seeking shelter, 5. love you deerly, 6. Mushroom Girl, 7. 'shroom house, 8. Woodland Animals Embroidery Patterns, 9. little red and her hedgie friend
Just a few of my absolute favorite embroidered images. I would be head-over-heels giddy if anyone took the time to do a detailed scene, but I absolutely do not expect it. Even one small single image (a lone mushroom, forest critter, or anything nursery-rhyme-woodlandy) would be perfect. Don't stress over this...even completed blocks for me to embroider later will be welcomed with open arms.
Created with fd's Flickr Toys
I took lots of photos of real bees this week but then I saw this Vespa scooter in Marrickville this week so thought I'd go for something different for Smile on Saturday: Bee-autiful .... but then I did a little research and found this is a wasp or hornet, not a bee! Ooops!
One could smell the fragrance as you walked along the trail! It must have been a beacon for the bees! Their buzzing was also noticeable. How important is it that different trees flower at different times. This is a summer bloomer.
I think this is some type of linden tree, but what kind has me stumped, at least at this moment...
Sorry, I can't manage to send invites whilst without my usual glasses.
Due to long term health problems I am not taking on any more contacts. Please see my profile for more details.
I am very grateful for single invites but really don't want multiple ones. PLEASE no personal graphics, spinning or flashing comments. They stress my eyes.
Look at this bee-autiful pot!
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If you were to believe Hungarians, the 8th district is a pit of crime and danger, like the Bronx in 1990 or something. In reality, I haven't had a negative experience once, cycling and walking around, taking pictures, day and evening. But the myth is strong.
The locals gladly reinforce it though. I passed by this bee-autiful courtyard, a complete throwback to, say, 1930, like from a postcard. Postcard from the ghetto, admittedly. But irresistably peeling. In a corner of it sat a circle of a Roma family, ten+ people, so I hesitated, because sometimes they nod at you grudgingly, sometimes they smile and ask a lot of questions, and sometimes they gesture wildly "no no no photos!"
I went in, quickly took a snapshot or two from by the mailboxes in the stairwell, and stepped out. Two big groups of people soon starting gesturing, while a guy and gal in their twenties passed by me.
"Jozsefvarosi News??" a kid shouted, and I laughed: nah I'm not a reporter. Who are you then, the girl who was passing by me asked, and I said, I'm a foreigner, I live here .. "you want to take pictures of this?," the girl gestured incredulously, turning around to look back with me. Well yeah sure! I said gregariously (practice). "Oh, ok, well, feel free, go ahead!," she smiled.
But when I did, the family on the left all started shouted "no, no, no photos" - and soon the girl and the family were shouting to and fro. Meanwhile, a kid from the other table shouted "For money, money for the photo!".
Eventually I gave up and the three of us exited. "Don't mind them," she said, "they're stupid" ... and the guy added, "az a nyolcadik!" That's the eighth district! Yup - that's Nyocker for ya. :-)