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Nigella Flowers
The nigella flower – sometimes referred to by its common name, love in a mist, or its full scientific name, Nigella Damascena – is one of only 14 species within its small genus. It is a member of the Ranunculaceae family and is native to areas of southwest Asia, southern Europe, and North Africa. These plants are annually growing, and bear threaded, alternating pinnate leaves that develop like a collar around the flower head.
The flower itself can be up to 2 inches around, and consist of either a single or double head which blooms from a plant that can reach between 15 and 30 inches in height. They may contain from 5 to 25 sepals, which are generally light blue in shade, but may also appear in pale hues of pink, purple and white.
The nigella flower has been an exceptionally popular garden bloom since the Elizabethan era. This is namely due to the general loveliness of the flower, and it’s uniquely shaped foliage. However, gardens are not the only medium in which this plant has exhibited its special charms.
Over time, these blossoms have become a large part of myth and magic. Although most people think that the name “love in a mist” came about purely for the nigella’s frothy appearance, some legends tell a different story.
One such tale tells of Frederick I Barbarossa – the Holy Roman Emperor – who, in fact, drowned in the Saleph River while leading a Crusade through Turkey. During this Crusade, it is said that a spirit of the water seduced the Emperor, leading him into the shallow river which ultimately led to his demise.
On the shore, a delicate nigella flower blossomed and is thought to represent his own departed spirit – which is now enmeshed with that of water. In magic, the nigella flower is considered a Venus herb.
Unlike most Venus herbs, though, these plants are not only used to attract love but to represent the strong feminine power of an alluring woman. As well as being used in love charms, these plants are also applied to spells that can bring about glamour and the binding of a person’s spirit.
The magical associations with the nigella flower carry over into its symbolism. These blooms are often said to represent the chains that bind people together – usually in love, but sometimes in bitterness. They are also said to express perplexity and intrigue and are often given as gifts to tell the recipient that the giver is fascinated, or simply has a crush.
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June 30
Saint Vincent ĐỖ YẾN
Dominican Priest
(1764-1838)
* An Elderly Wanderer
Saint Vincent Đỗ Yến was shown in portraits as an old man over 70 years old, full of gray hair, the result of 40 years plus devoting to Christians in many parishes in Hải Dương province. Like a conscientious doctor taking care of his patient, this lovable, spiritual, and gentle old priest had always been present among Christians in all their trials. Now, when the king ordered an all-out pursuit of priests with threats of ravaging any place that dared providing them safe haven., the old disciple, avoiding enmeshing others in his trouble, left the beloved Kẻ Sặt parish for undetermined destinations... like Christ said: “Foxes have dens and birds of the sky have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to rest his head.” His farewell to his beloved sheep of this world had united Fr. Vincent Đỗ Yến with saints in Heaven. The old priest had received the crown of martyrdom as an everlasting reward from God.
* Priest of the Order of Preachers.
Vincent Đỗ Yến was born in 1764 (post-Le’s dynasty), in Trà Lũ, Phú Nhai parish, Nam Định province. This region was a fertile land having born many saints such as: Vincent Liêm, Thomas Dụ, Dominic Đạt... VIncent Yến answered God’s call for the religious life at an early age. After years of virtues formation, philosophy and theology training, he was ordained a priest by Bishop Delgado in 1798. People thought that his ministry would be cut short because he was arrested during Christian persecutions in King Cảnh Thịnh’s last years, and his freedom was bought with ransom money by Christians.
On 7/22/1807, Fr. Vincent Đỗ Yến received the Dominican habits and professed his solemn vow the following year. Religious life helped uniting him deeper with God. He lived simply, often made personal sacrifice and spent hours in meditation. His heart was always burned with love for God and man; he was devoted to evangelization, never worried about fatigue or personal safety. Under King Gia Long’s (1802-1820) and at the beginning of King Minh Mạng’s reigns, Fr. Vincent Yến carried his ministry in relative safety. He was initially responsible for Kẻ Mốt parish, then Kẻ Sặt parish, Hải Dương province. Everywhere he went, he poured out his heart to reinforce parishioners’ faith and to convert many nonbelievers into Christians. The faithful asserted that he was always happy, wise, calm, gentle, and saintly and that wherever he went he did his all to deepen the faith of Christians and to help many pagans believing in God.
* The Wandering Feet...
In 1838, King Minh Ming ordered the mandarins to strictly follow his edict of persecutions in the dioceses of Tonkin or North (Đàng Ngoài). Many bishops, priests, religious, and lay Christians had bravely sacrificed their lives for faith. Many churches, seminaries, religious community houses were destroyed. Fr. Vincent Đỗ Yến, pastor of Kẻ Sặt parish, was pained witnessing his flock being pressed into dismantling the spacious church which they had built with their own hands and money. Sympathizing with the flock’s misery, he stayed among them, moving from house to house, celebrating Mass at night, counseling and providing sacramental services during the day. Every thing was done in secrecy as it was done in the Church’s early days.
However, informed that Fr. Vincent Yến was still hiding out in Kẻ Sặt parish and determined to capture him, the authorities put the parish under surveillance and threatened to flatten the village. Wishing the parishioners to have peace, the shepherd quietly departed, taking with him the painful feelings of being separated from his beloved flock. He entrusted everything in God’ providence.
At first, he went to the community of Thừa, but sensing it unsafe, he went on to Lực Điền (Hưng Yên). Exhausted by the long trip, he stopped and rested under the shade of a bamboo bush. A passerby stopped and wondered: “Where are you going? Why are you sitting here?” To hide his identity, the priest feigned ignorance and asked for directions to Kẻ Sặt parish as well as to Lực Điền. The passerby gave directions then left. Continuing his trip, he met village chief Phan on June 8. Feigning sympathy, the village chief begged Fr. Vincent Yến to stay at his home. Then the chief made an about face and arrested the priest, put him in a cangue and prepared to have him brought to Hải Dương. Warned of the priests arrest, parishioners of Kẻ Sặt and Lực Điền brought buffaloes and money to buy his freedom, but the chief refused hoping for bigger reward from his superiors. Fr. Vincent Yến had to use all his persuasive power to prevent Christians of the two parishes against using force to free him.
In Hải Dương, the disciple was taken to the tribunal three days later. The town mandarin, already a humane man and with the advice of a physician named Hàn, the mandarin’s personal physician, did not want to spill the blood of a Christian. He advised the priest to admit to be a physician so that the mandarin could free him. The witness of faith responded: “No, I am not a physician. I am a priest who only preached and celebrated Mass to God. I am willing to die it, not lying to live.”
The mandarin tried to find other reasons to release Fr. Vincent Yến. He had a circle drawn around the priest and declared that he would considered the priest’s stepping out of the circle as walking over the cross and the priest could go free. Once more, the preacher of faith unwaveringly refused: “There is no difference between doing that and renouncing my faith.” Unable to shake the experienced priest’s faith plus not desiring to execute an innocent man, the mandarin sent a report to the royal city and petitioned the royal court to transfer the priest back to his home province of Nam Định.
* Hour of Reward...
King Minh Mạng did not approve the transfer request instead handed down the death sentence that was signed on 6/20/1838 and reached Hải Dương on June 30 with the following content:
“Đỗ Yến is a native and a Catholic priest, imprisoned but still faithful to his religion. He certainly is a stupid person who is determined to not conform to the right path, and therefore must be beheaded immediately; why send him back?”
In the three weeks of imprisonment, with the intervention of physician Hàn, Fr. Vincent Yến did not have to wear a cangue or shackles; he was allowed to have the food Christians brought in. Days and nights, he concentrated most of his time reciting prayers and in quite and lasting meditation.
On 6/30/1838, the prefecture mandarin carried out the newly received sentence. Fr. Vincent Yến proudly went to the execution site which was located at a crossroad not too far from the community of Bình Lao and about 1 kilometer from the western wall of Hải Dương. The gentle look of the respected and elderly priest with the dignified demeanor touched a lot of hearts. At the site, he kneeled down and prayed reverently. Then the executioner carried out his responsibility. With only one saber swing, the martyr’s head fell to the ground...
The mandarin gave a piece of cloth to shroud the body, had the head sown back into his neck, then allowed parishioners of the community of Bình Lao to carry it back the parish for burial. Eight months later, Christians exhumed his body to rebury it in the church of Thọ Ninh parish. During the exhumation, people discovered that his body looked the same as when he was just executed. Mr. Trưởng Dong, a pagan, who had witnessed the exhumation, said: “It’s true that a person who lived virtuously, died divinely. It had been 8 months, but there was no change, no bad odor; moreover, there was even an aromatic scent.”
The martyred hero Vincent Đỗ Yến, Dominican priest was elevated by Pope Leo XIII to the rank of blessed on 5/27/1900.
"Some buildings make better ruins than do others. But few look as splendid as Duckett’s Grove at Rainstown in County Carlow. Fantastically towered and turreted and castellated, the remains of this large house rise about the surrounding flat agricultural land, like some 19th century interpretation of a castle in the Très Riches Heures du Duc de Berry. Originally at the centre of a 12,000 acre estate the core of the structure is older, probably dating from the early 1700s and taking the form of a regular three-storey over basement, five-bay residence. Precise information about this building does not exist, but one may assume it was built for one of the first Ducketts to settle in this part of the world, perhaps Thomas Duckett who came from Grayrigg in Westmoreland and bought land here in 1695. He had the sense to marry an heiress, as did several of his successors with the result that the family grew ever-more prosperous, with an average annual income of £10,000. This wealth allowed John Dawson Duckett to embark on a transformation of the old house from 1818 onwards.
For his architect, Duckett picked someone little known outside the immediate area, perhaps because he received so many commissions in County Carlow and its environs that he had no time to take on work further afield. This was Thomas Alfred Cobden, believed to have been born in Chichester in 1794. It is unknown how this young man came to be in Ireland, or how he came to be so much in demand in the Carlow/Wexford area where he designed churches (and even a cathedral) and public buildings as well as private houses, all in a variety of styles. But nothing else quite matches his work at Duckett’s Grove where, presumably at the request of the client, he let rip with almost every decorative motif available. The old house was smothered in a superfluity of turrets, crenellations, arches and niches, oriel windows and quatrefoil decoration before being further embellished with busts and urns and statuary, some of it attached to the building, some free-standing in the immediate grounds. Furthermore the structure was given what has been described as ‘wilful asymmetry’ through the addition of sundry towers, none of which correspond to the others in either shape or height. Further work was undertaken in the 1840s by another relatively obscure architect John Macduff Derick who designed the immense granite entrance gates to the estate as almost a castle in their own right. Given the style of this work, one wonders whether he was also responsible for the more rugged elements of Duckett’s Grove, those parts of the building (likewise in granite) which are Norman rather than High Gothic in inspiration?
The history of Duckett’s Grove in the 20th century was not a happy one. John Dawson Duckett’s son William inherited the estate on his father’s death and although twice married he had no children. When he in turn died in 1908 he left everything to his second wife, Marie who had a daughter from her own first marriage but likewise no other offspring. By 1916 Marie Duckett had moved out of the house and moved to Dublin where her late husband had bought her a place, and thereafter Duckett’s Grove was looked after by an agent. Because the family had been good landlords, always permitting access to the gardens (until 1902 when they felt their hospitality was being exploited by visitors) and looking after their workforce, Duckett’s Grove suffered no damage during the War of Independence. But already a lot of the estate had been parcelled off for sale to former tenants, and in 1923 Marie Duckett disposed of the contents of Duckett’s Grove in a three-day auction. Even before then she had sold the house and remaining 1,300 acres to a group of local farmers who together took out a £32,000 loan. However, they quarrelled over its division and failed to repay the bank, so eventually the Land Commission assumed responsibility and divided up the land between another 48 small holders. Duckett’s Grove and its immediate 11 acres were acquired by a Carlow businessman in 1931 for £320. He demolished some of the outbuildings (stone from these was used to construct a new Christian Brothers school in Carlow town) but had not yet decided what to do with the house when it was mysteriously gutted by fire in April 1933.
Marie Duckett does not appear to have been in any way troubled about the destruction of her late husband’s family home, perhaps because by this date she was already enmeshed in the delusions and squabbles that overwhelmed her last years (the story of her will, in which she effectively dispossessed her daughter, and of the court case after her death can easily be found elsewhere). For over seventy years Duckett’s Grove stood open to the elements and largely unprotected. Finally in 2005 Carlow County Council acquired the property and has since restored the old walled gardens, and installed various facilities in part of the old stables.
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The main house remains a shell and frankly one wonders if in this instance that is not the best fate for the place. Duckett’s Grove, as overhauled in the 19th century, can never have been an object of much beauty. All that over-ornamentation, all those statues and busts and other decorative flourishes must have been somewhat excessive, redolent of the era’s likewise immoderately decorated interiors with their potted palms and red plush sofas and antimacassars. Stripped of the accretions Duckett’s Grove today possesses a grandeur that probably eluded it when still roofed and occupied. The line of towers on the skyline now has a greater dignity than was ever formerly the case. Duckett’s Grove was made to be a ruin, and as such it is rather splendid".
Este capitel del arco triunfal representa a dos caballeros que van a iniciar un duelo, este tema se repite en el arte románico y es el denominado como la “Paz de Dios” y la “Tregua del Señor”.
Dos caballeros enmallados con cascos, escudos y espadas se lancean mutuamente, una mujer entre ellos intenta evitar el combate y sujeta las riendas de los caballos. Una capa de pintado imitando el mármol cubre todo el capitel.
Iglesia románica de San Andrés en Revilla de Collazos (Palencia) – Spain, fue iniciada en el siglo XII con añadidos posteriores.
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This capital of the triumphal arch represents two knights who are going to start a duel, this theme is repeated in Romanesque art and is known as the "Peace of God" and the "Truce of God."
Two knights enmeshed in helmets, shields, and swords throw themselves at each other, a woman between them trying to avoid combat and holding the reins of the horses. A layer of paint imitating marble covers the entire capital.
Romanesque church of San Andrés in Revilla de Collazos (Palencia) - Spain, it was started in the 12th century with later additions.
She's wild at heart, never to be tied down by what society believes. I sure hope she likes them
Models
StormPriestess
DevilsCharm
Storm is wearing...
Dress - DCD Daisy Spring Dress [Enmeshed Egg Hunt Item - Free]
Hair - Moon Chelsea Dagger [Luxebox Item]
Shoes - Pure Poison Kyra Sandals [Free Group Join - Free Group Gacha]
Nails - Get Nailed Pastel Dreams
Devil is wearing...
Body - NX-Nardcotix David Mesh Body
Outfit - Gizza Grey Tank & Pants [Free Group Join - Free Group Gift]
Hair - [Colors] - FreeC
Jewelry - Real Evil NOX Alegoria Bracelets
Pose - *CS* Spring
This really is the best year ever. All the rest of them suck.
I've gotten 15 new models in the past 2 months, and these 3 are my favorite find of the year.
They are collectively and individually lovely, and more fun than I should be allotted. Today we had an all film shoot since I'm the idiot that doesn't put his memory card back in his digital camera. I've got some amazing medium format shots I'm dying to see (curse you postal system for taking forever to get them back to me), and 4 Impossible Project shots to make 'Roid Week extra special.
I love these three.
This hunt gift mesmerized me from the tip of my pointed hat to the toes of my spider webbed boots!
Such a wicked gifty. This hunt gift from Le Fashion Whore is part of the EnMeshed Hunt.
This is a complete set with so many options it's magical! 5 colors to mix and match for the boots, hat, spider brooch and dress. Two brooms, One flying animated with a cackle sound when you click it. The other to hold. And the hat also has two metal options to choose from for the skull trim!
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Strangely translucent window - possibly made of fibreglass. Leek Bowls Club, Brough Park. Leek, Staffordshire
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I have been having some incredible fun with items from The Guild.
I really fell in love with this avatar, I think it is really pretty. I might not be enmeshed into the furry culture, but I do appreciate their quest for unique avatars.
Credits
Hair - The Stringer Mausoleum - Them w/Hud
Furry Head - Cerberus - Tygr Head
Body - Maitreya - Lara Bento/BOM Mesh Body
Furry Mod - Ghosted - Tiger Roll Sushi Set in Seaweed - *NEW* @ The Guild
Shrimp Tail - Ghosted - Comes with the above Mod - *NEW* @ The Guild
Eyes (BOM) - Devae - Wild Hunt Eyes in Honeydew
Nails (Bento) - Beanz - Stiletto Nails - *NEW* @ The Guild
Nail Polish (Applier) - Beanz - Darks Set - *NEW* @ The Guild
Outfit - Ersch - Ruby Top & Bottom w/Hud
Boots - Pure Poison - Elise Boots w/Hud
Necklace - Ivy - Hook'd Necklace in White (Tinted) - *NEW* @ The Guild
Bracelets - Kibitz - High Bracelets in Gold
Rings - Kunglers - Sarah Rings w/Hud
Shark Pet (Animesh) - Tardfish - Chubby Shark w/Naturals Hud - *NEW* @ The Guild
Poses by BabyBoo
Backdrop by Foxcity
Projector Pool Light by [CIRCA] Living
Nome: Nebulosa da Águia, NGC 6611, Messier 16
Tipo: Aglomerado aberto estelar com nebulosidade
Distância: aprox. 7.000 anos-luz
Magnitude Aparente: 6,4
Constelação: Serpente (Cauda) [1]
A Nebulosa da Águia é uma notável região ativa de formação estelar localizada na constelação da Serpente (cauda). A nebulosa, uma nuvem gigante de gás interestelar e poeira, já criou um considerável aglomerado de estrelas jovens. O aglomerado é também chamado de NGC 6611 e a nebulosa como IC 4703. O aglomerado foi descoberto em 1745 por Philippe Loys de Chéseaux. Em 1764, Charles Messier catalogou novamente o aglomerado como M16 mas descreveu a presença de uma tênue névoa, provavelmente indicações da nebulosa. [1]
Este enxame estelar tem somente 5,5 milhôes de anos (de acordo com Sky Catalog 2000 e Gotz) com uma formação estelar ainda ativa na nebulosa; isto resulta na presença de muitas estrelas quentes do tipo espectral O6. Estima-se que o aglomerado tenha uma extensão de 15 anos-luz e a nebulosa tenha uma extensão aproximada de 70 x 55 anos-luz. [1]
Os destaques desta nebulosa não param por aí. Ainda temos nesta nebulosa os famosos "Pilares da Criação", estruturas com formato similar à estalagmites localizadas no centro da imagem. Essa região já foi alvo do telescópio espacial Hubble em 1995 criando imagens que encantaram o mundo. As colunas dos pilares são compostas de hidrogênio e poeira, que agem como incubadoras de novas estrelas. Dentro das colunas e na superfície, os astrônomos encontraram nós, ou glóbulos, de gás mais denso, chamados EGG (Evaporating Gaseous Globules - Glóbulos Gasosos em Evaporação). Várias estrelas estão sendo formadas no interior destes glóbulos. [2]
Fonte:
[1] messier.seds.org/m/m016.html
[2] wikipedia
Registrei esta imagem em várias sessões durante o mês de agosto de 2024 na zona rural de Munhoz - MG. Local com escala de luminosidade Bortle 4.
Dados técnicos:
Bin 1x1, Gain: 139, Offset: 50, temperatura da câmera: -10°C, exposição total de 37h24m, darks, darkflats e flats aplicados.
A nebulosidade foi registrada em filtros de banda estreita Hidrogênio Alpha, Enxofre (SII) e Oxigênio (OIII) utilizando a paleta de cores conhecida como Foraxx.
As estrelas foram registradas em filtros de banda larga Vermelho, Verde e Azul.
Filtros
H-Alpha: 187 x 300s
SII: 107 x 300s
OIII: 120 x 300s
R: 20 x 180s
G: 20 x 180s
B: 20 x 180s
Equipamento:
- Montagem Equatorial iOptron CEM-60
- Telescópio Ritchey-Chretien 8" F8 Fibra de Carbono GSO
- Câmera ZWO ASI1600MM Cooled
- Redutor focal Astro-Physics 67 CCDT
- Auto guiagem com câmera ZWO ASI174MM em OAG Askar
- Roda de Filtros ZWO 8 posições
- Filtro Baader 1,25" H-Alpha 7nm
- Filtro Baader 1,25" SII 8nm
- Filtro Baader 1,25" OIII 8,5nm
- Filtro Baader 1,25" R
- Filtro Baader 1,25" G
- Filtro Baader 1,25" B
Foto do equipamento: www.flickr.com/photos/astrocamera/52999192109/in/photostr...
Técnica Foraxx: thecoldestnights.com/2020/06/pixinsight-dynamic-narrowban...
Softwares
- Captura: Nina - Nighttime Imaging 'N' Astronomy
- Processamento: PixInsight 1.8 e Adobe Photoshop CS5
- Guiagem: PHD2
- Controle do observatório: Solução Antares
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Name: Eagle Nebula, NGC 6611, Messier 16
Type: Open cluster with nebulosity
Distance: near 7,000 light-years
Apparent magnitude: 6.4
Constellation: Serpens Cauda [1]
The Eagle Nebula Messier 16 (M16) is a conspicuous region of active star formation, situated in Serpens Cauda. The starforming nebula, a giant cloud of interstellar gas and dust, has already created a considerable cluster of young stars. The cluster is also referred to as NGC 6611, the nebula as IC 4703. The discoverer, Philippe Loys de Chéseaux, describes only the cluster when recording his 1745-1746 discovery. Charles Messier, on his independent rediscovery of June 3, 1764, mentions that these stars appeared "enmeshed in a faint glow", probably suggestions of the nebula.[1]
This stellar swarm is only about 5.5 million years old (according to the Sky Catalog 2000 and Götz) with star formation still active in the Eagle Nebula; this results in the presence of very hot young stars of spectral type O6. The cluster has a linear extension of about 15 light years. The nebula extends much farther out, to a diameter of over 30', corresponding to a linear size of about 70x55 light years. [1]
The highlights of this nebula don't stop here. We found in this nebula the famous "Pillars of Creation", structures similar to stalagmites situated in center of image. This region was target of Hubble Space Telescope in 1995 that made incredible images. The columns of pillars are composed of hidrogen and dust, that act like incubator of new stars. Inside of columns and surface of this structures, the astronomers found nodes, or globules, of dense gas, known as EGG (Evaporating Gaseous Globules). Various stars are being formed inside this globules.[2]
Sources:
[1] messier.seds.org/m/m016.html
[2] wikipedia
I registered this picture in August 2024 in rural zone of Munhoz - Minas Gerais - Brazil. Site on Bortle 4 scale.
Technical data:
Bin 1x1, Gain: 139, Offset: 50, camera's temperature: -10°C, 37h24m of exposition, darks, darkflats and flats applied.
The nebula was captured with narrowband filters using Foraxx palette and stars with RGB filters.
Filters
H-Alpha: 187 x 300s
SII: 107 x 300s
OIII: 120 x 300s
R: 20 x 180s
G: 20 x 180s
B: 20 x 180s
Equipments:
- Equatorial Mount iOptron CEM-60
- GSO Ritchey-Chretien Telescope 8" F8
- ZWO ASI1600MM Cooled
- Focal reducer Astro-Physics 67 CCDT
- Guided with ASI174MM ZWO using OAG Askar
- ZWO Filter Wheel 8 positions (8 x 1.25")
- Filter Baader 1,25" H-Alpha 7nm
- Filter Baader 1,25" SII 8nm
- Filter Baader 1,25" OIII 8,5nm
- Filter Baader 1,25" R
- Filter Baader 1,25" G
- Filter Baader 1,25" B
More details in www.flickr.com/photos/astrocamera/52999192109/in/photostr...
Foraxx technique: thecoldestnights.com/2020/06/pixinsight-dynamic-narrowban...
Softwares
- Capture: Nina - Nighttime Imaging 'N' Astronomy
- Processing: PixInsight 1.8 and Adobe Photoshop CS5
- Guiding: PHD2
- Observatory Control: Antares Solution
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DELHI
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I have been having some incredible fun with items from The Guild.
I really fell in love with this avatar, I think it is really pretty. I might not be enmeshed into the furry culture, but I do appreciate their quest for unique avatars.
Credits
Hair - The Stringer Mausoleum - Them w/Hud
Furry Head - Cerberus - Tygr Head
Body - Maitreya - Lara Bento/BOM Mesh Body
Furry Mod - Ghosted - Tiger Roll Sushi Set in Seaweed - *NEW* @ The Guild
Shrimp Tail - Ghosted - Comes with the above Mod - *NEW* @ The Guild
Eyes (BOM) - Devae - Wild Hunt Eyes in Honeydew
Nails (Bento) - Beanz - Stiletto Nails - *NEW* @ The Guild
Nail Polish (Applier) - Beanz - Darks Set - *NEW* @ The Guild
Outfit - Ersch - Ruby Top & Bottom w/Hud
Boots - Pure Poison - Elise Boots w/Hud
Necklace - Ivy - Hook'd Necklace in White (Tinted) - *NEW* @ The Guild
Bracelets - Kibitz - High Bracelets in Gold
Rings - Kunglers - Sarah Rings w/Hud
Shark Pet (Animesh) - Tardfish - Chubby Shark w/Naturals Hud - *NEW* @ The Guild
Poses by BabyBoo
Backdrop by Foxcity
Projector Pool Light by [CIRCA] Living
+ Arachtober two-fer
This unfortunate tiny fly has fallen prey to a tiny female mesh web weaver spider. I didn't crop in too tightly so that you can see how she's laced the leaf in webbing, not far above its surface. This is how I often find them, just a millimeter above the surface of a leaf on a layer of webbing.
She's in the Dictyinidae family, which must be hard or impossible to ID from photos, as I never got an ID when I've posted these to BugGuide.
6 Arachtober 2017
Washington, Maine
explore #413 on the 17/07/08
Well then let me tell them that if these nets, instead of being green cord, were made of the hardest diamonds, or stronger than that wherewith the jealous god of blacksmiths enmeshed Venus and Mars, I would break them as easily as if they were made of rushes or cotton threads.
Don Quixote by Cervantes, Miguel.
Thank you for this Kretyen
Free texture from ghostbones
This is a fun one to decode....
with surprising splashes of color going a half-mile up
(and no Photoshop as always)
I envisioned the "Shoot the Moon" perspective during the day and suggested it to the WIRED photographer. We had our tripod legs enmeshed, and I hope they got something similar.
Photo explanation below; it was my high-power rocket suffering a fairly catastrophic failure. (camera settings, propellant details)
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today however we are at Glynes, the grand Georgian family seat of the Chetwynds in Wiltshire, and the home of Lettice’s parents, the presiding Viscount and Countess of Wrexham and the heir, their eldest son Leslie. Lettice is visiting her old family home for the wedding of Leslie to Arabella, the daughter of their neighbours, Lord Sherbourne and Lady Isobel Tyrwhitt. Today is the big day, and as the weakening November sun rises in what is a remarkably sunny day for the bride and groom, Lettice will shortly join the guests to watch her brother and his future wife exchange vows at the chapel in Glynes village. Even now she can hear the chimes from the belfry ring across the rolling green undulations of Lettice’s father’s estate, calling the great and good of the village and the county to come and bear witness to the wedding of their future squire.
We find ourselves in Lettice’s boudoir at Glynes, a room which she considers somewhat of a time capsule now with its old fashioned Edwardian furnishings and mementoes of those halcyon pre-war summers. She hardly even considers it her room any more, so far removed is she from that giddy teenager who had crushes on her elder brothers’ friends and loved chintz covered furniture, floral wallpaper and sweet violet perfume. Lettice stands at the window of her bedroom, lolling against the dusky pink and pale green, slightly faded floral folded back curtains. Even as she stands there she can almost catch a whiff the violet perfume and hear her girlish whispers and giggles of yesteryear, like ghosts of a distant time and place. Beyond her in the great park, some stubborn traces of morning mist still loiter around a copse of trees, and the birds twitter in the topiaries and the parterre garden that lie beyond the sweeping gravel turning circle of driveway. Fingering the fine lace curtain that is always draped across the glass of her window, Lettice sighs. A pale, diffused light falls upon her face, the sunlight warming her cheeks. She closes her eyes, blocking out the cheerful golden gleam in the pale blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds tinged with pale grey and washed out ultramarine.
“Were you imagining the bells ringing for your wedding, Tice?” a voice interrupts her thoughts.
“Oh!” Lettice gasps, spinning around, dropping the curtain pulled back idly in her hands, releasing a myriad of dust motes tumbling into the sunlight streaming through the window. “Leslie! You startled me!”
“Sorry Tice.” her elder brother says, as he walks into the room.
“Look at you, my big brother,” Lettice smiles proudly. “All dressed up for his wedding day.”
“I feel ridiculously overdressed.” Leslie says, running a finger around the inside of his starched collar uncomfortably.
She walks up to Leslie and tweaks his bow tie that he has knocked awry with his fingering of his collar before taking a step back and taking in her handsome brother dressed in his new morning suit.
“You never did like dressing up for fancy occasions like Mamma’s Hunt Ball, did you, Leslie?” she asks.
“Never. Give me a tweed jacket and tie any day.”
“Oh no Leslie!” Lettice chides, not unkindly. “Not today. It’s your wedding day, and even our tenant farmers who would rather be in the comfort of their workaday clothes get dressed up for their wedding.”
“I feel…” he begins.
“Sshhh!” Lettice puts one of her elegantly manicured fingers to his lips to silence her brother. “Today isn’t really about you and your feelings, Leslie. It’s about Bella. And Bella would be so disappointed if you weren’t turned out as splendidly as you are.” She considers his appearance, as if seeing him for the first time. “You know, it’s a shame you don’t like getting dressed up. You really scrub up rather handsomely. I can see what Bella saw beneath all that tweed and houndstooth you habitually wear.”
“Need to wear, for estate business.” Leslie corrects his sister. “Imagine the distrust if I turned up at one of the estate farms or a meeting of the tenants dressed in something like this! They’d think I didn’t understand a thing about farming.”
“Well, today is not about farming.” Lettice replies kindly. “It’s about pomp and show from two of the county’s great families, and no-one does pomp quite as well as the Chetwynds and the Tyrwhitts.”
“Were you thinking about a wedding of your own just now, listening to the bells?” Leslie asks again.
“Me? No,” Lettice replies. “The bells aren’t tolling for me yet.” She brushes a stray piece of lint off his frock coat. “No,” she adds dreamily. “I was just thinking about how often before the war I used to stand at the window, longing to be in the wider world.”
“And now you’re a part of it.”
“Indeed.” Lettice muses contentedly. “I was considering how much has changed since then.”
“Ahh yes, those halcyon days before the war.” Leslie sighs.
“I think before the war was the last time we were all in the house together: you, me, Lally and Lionel, Mater and Pater. One big, happy family.”
Leslie scoffs. “Is that what we were?”
“No,” Lettice admits. “Lionel has always courted trouble and caused us pain, long before he had to go to Kenya in disgrace. Do you remember how much he enjoyed teasing Lally and I when we were children?”
“Relentlessly.” Leslie sighs. “Especially you. Yet you two are the closest in age and should have been best friends. He always did have a beastly, nasty streak.”
“And you had to come and defend us.”
“Endlessly! Kenya might agree with his health, but Lionel’s still as mean and nasty now as he was then.”
“Oh yes. I’m well aware of that. We all are. Even Mater and Pater are acutely aware of it since it’s been so nice doing without it for the last few years. Who will defend me now or hold me in a special place in his heart, now that you are getting married, and I will be usurped by Bella for your affections?”
“You’ll always have a special place in my heart, mon petite soeur!” Leslie laughs. “You of all people should know that! You’re my baby sister. Eldest brothers always have special places in their hearts for their little sisters. Anyway, I thought things were going well between you and Spencely.”
“Oh they are, they are.” Lettice says distractedly.
“Then surely there is a place in his heart, a special place, just for you.”
“I don’t know. I don’t know.” Lettice says as she turns away from her brother and walks over to the floral chaise lounge on which sit her new Harriet Milford made hat, her lemon yellow gloves and her matching handbag.
“You have doubts as to Spencely’s affections, Tice?” Leslie looks to his sister in concern.
“Oh no!” she assures him. “I’m sure he’s fond of me. It’s just…”
“Yes?” Leslie’s eyebrows arch over his questioning eyes.
“It’s just that I haven’t even met his parents yet. Surely you would think if he was serious about our romance and our future together that he would introduce me to his parents.”
“Have you asked him, Tice?”
“Several times, but Selwyn always dismisses it with a wave of his hand. He says I’ll get to meet them in the fullness of time. Surely after all these months, it’s time, even if we don’t get married yet. It’s a sign of intent.”
Leslie thinks for a moment. “The Duke and Duchess of Walmford.” He ponders. “I can’t say I know anything much about them, what with being buried in estate business. The social round is more Mater’s thing than mine.”
“Oh I can read all I want to in Debrett’s*, every bit as easily as Mamma can: names, dates of birth, clubs, lineage, pedigree. That isn’t meeting someone.”
“True.”
“I just have this nagging feeling in the back of my mind, and it curdles my stomach whenever I raise the moot point between us.”
“You don’t think he’s a bounder, do you? Spencely’s never struck me as being a cad. In fact, I always thought he was rather decent when it came to the ladies, especially when you consider that London’s society ballrooms are full of men like Lionel, whose predatory advances towards the fairer sex aren’t bundled off to Nairobi for society’s greater good like Pappa and Mamma did with him.”
“For all our good.” Lettice corrects him. She looks down at the oriental carpet beneath their feet, rich and exotic, yet also sadly worn and faded in places. A troubled look crosses her pale face. “It’s not actually Selwyn that troubles me. It’s his mother.”
“Lady Zinnia?”
“Yes. Do you remember her when we, well when I was little, and they used to come here for the hunt? You are ten years older than me. I can only vaguely remember a grumpy woman in black dragging Selwyn away from me after she caught us playing in the hedgerows together. Selwyn said that he received a dreadful tongue lashing from her, and there was no puddng for him that night. What was she like?”
“Well, it’s hard to say.”
“You don’t remember her?”
“Oh I do, but then you also have all the mythology about her wrapping around her and obscuring my memories of her.”
“What mythology, Leslie?”
“Oh just that she was a beauty of the age, a glacial, imperious beauty who was born to be the Duchess of Walmsford. I remember the photos of her in Mamma’s copies of The Tatler**, The Lady***, Country Life**** and Horse and Hound*****. Except for the latter she was always dressed in the most elegant gowns, dripping in diamonds, a tiara atop her head, entertaining the country’s great and good at one of their estates or another. It clouds what you remember.”
“Did she speak to you?”
“I’m sure she did. I can’t say as I remember, but I was only a teenage boy. She wouldn’t have been interested in me. My presence would barely have even registered with her.” He takes his right hand to his chin and rubs it with his index finger as he thinks. “Although one thing I do remember quite clearly about her was her laugh.”
“Well, that’s more than I remember Leslie. I just remember this sort of dull impressionistic like face screaming at me. What was it like that you remember it?”
“It was like breaking glass: not shrill, beautiful, but cruel. Now, when I think back on those occasions as an adult and being more worldly, if you can call working on the estate worldly, I think she flirted with men at the hunt a lot.”
“But she was married to the Duke then, wasn’t she?”
“The Duke didn’t always come, for whatever reason, and when he didn’t, she flirted with all the men, married or otherwise. I suppose being friends with Alice Keppel******, she was part of King Edward’s racy Sandringham set where flirtations, and more,” He blushes self-consciously. “Were de riguer*******. I think she liked being a great beauty and having men, all sorts of powerful and influential men, in her thrall.”
“And ladies?”
“I don’t seem to remember her spending a great deal of time with the ladies when she visited us. I don’t think she was a drawing room type, like Mamma is, dunking dry biscuits in tea and gossiping over embroidery. She liked witty people, men especially. I think the company of most women bored her as I don’t think she cared for gossip, especially not county gossip which she considered parochial. I remember she liked talking about politics and art: things as a young teenager I had no head for, and if I’m honest, I still don’t. I’m just your dull parochial country squire. Give me a cattle show or hunt meet over the Houses of Parliament any day.”
“Stop that Leslie!” Lettice admonishes him with a gentle slap to his forearm. “You’re a fine man. The world isn’t made up entirely of politicians and great thinkers. Bella’s lucky to have a man as loving, kind and caring as you.” She smiles at her brother. “But go on about Lady Zinnia.”
“Lady Zinnia.” Leslie thinks. “She was clever, and she enjoyed making the men laugh. Engaging with men was almost like a sport to her. Even when we went on the foxhunt, she was out in front with the men. She was an excellent horsewoman and could keep up with the head of the pack, even though she rode side-saddle. She was spirited. Yes,” Leslie nods. “That’s a good word for her. She was spirited. Why all this sudden interest in Lady Zinnia, Tice?”
“Because I think she is the problem between Selwyn and I, or at least the obstacle to us actually getting married and being happily together.” Lettice admits. “I don’t think she likes me, or she doesn’t approve of me.”
“But you just said yourself that she’s never met you, well not since you were a child. How can you say she doesn’t like or approve of you if she’s never met you as an adult?”
“I can’t quite pinpoint it, but that’s what I sense, Leslie.”
“That’s a very grave allegation, Tice.” Leslie’s face clouds over. “What proof do you have?”
“I don’t have any, really,” Lettice admits guiltily. “But it’s just something I feel, here in the pit of my stomach. It’s like a canker, sitting there.”
“You must have more to go on than that in order to feel this way, surely Tice.”
“Well, take today for example. I asked Selwyn to come, but apparently his family is entertaining his Uncle Bertram and Aunt Rosalind, the Fox-Chavers, at their Scottish estate, Kenmarric.”
“Well to be fair, Tice, if he hasn’t made formal overtures of marriage, it’s really not appropriate for him to attend as your guest. Besides it is partridge season, Tice.”
“Yes, I know.” Lettice admits with a huff. “But it seems that whenever we seem to be making a bit of progress, plan something special beyond a dinner or a picnic, something always comes up.” She rubs a worn patch of the rug distractedly at her feet with the toe of her golden yellow leather shoe. “And it usually involves his cousin, Pamela Fox-Chavers.”
“I’ve not heard of her.”
“She hasn’t been presented yet. Apparently, she debuts next year. There is to be a rather grand coming out ball for her in London at the Cecil********. She’s young and pretty from what I’ve gathered.”
“Tice! Tice!” Leslie puts his hands firmly on Lettice’s sunken shoulders, squeezing them comfortingly through the lemon satin capped sleeves of the frock Gerald made for her for the wedding. She looks up into her brother’s face unhappily. “It sounds to me like you’re making something up out of… well, where there is nothing.”
“I knew you’d say that, Leslie.” Lettice pouts as she sticks her toe into the silk of the rug.
“Don’t do that, or you’ll wear a hole in it. As the future master of Glynes and all the expenses that go with it, I don’t want to have to replace the carpet unnecessarily.”
“Oh no,” Lettice stops rubbing the carpet and looks back into her brother’s face, a sudden steeliness replacing the soft and teary vulnerability in her eyes a moment ago. “I want you to promise me that when you inherit Glynes, one of the first things you will do is let me redecorate my boudoir.” She looks around her at the Eighteenth Century floral wallpaper, the heavy Art Nouveau dressing table, the chintz chaise lounge. “Mamma keeps this room as a mausoleum. It’s like by keeping it exactly as I left it before the war, the more obliging, more obsequious, less irritating, less outspoken Lettice of my teenage years will come back. But she won’t! Do you know that none of those photos on the chimneypiece, except perhaps the one of Nanny Webb and I, are my photos in here? I took all mine to London when I moved there. Mamma put these in here to fill the space. She even put that one of me as a flower girl at Lally’s wedding in pride of place on that table, just to remind me of what a dutiful daughter I was. There is nothing of me in this room now. Nothing!”
“Alright, Tice,” Leslie chuckles. “I agree. But only if you’ll put these silly ideas of Lady Zinnia trying to come between you and Spencely out of your mind.” He looks earnestly at her. “It’s not uncommon for an older male cousin to escort his younger female cousin to functions and social engagements prior to her coming out. This, what’s her name?”
“Pamela,” Lettice spits. “Pamela Fox-Chavers.”
“Pamela will benefit from knowing someone at the balls and other functions of the Season that she is to attend. As I said before, Spencely strikes me as a good egg when it comes to the ladies, so he’ll help keep her safe, advise her about the SITs and NSITs*********, and probably stop her from getting into mischief. Don’t get jealous of a girl whom you don’t even know, and whom I’m sure you’ve no reason to be jealous of. You tell me I’m handsome and smart, well,” He spins her around to face a full length cheval mirror where she can see her reflection. “Look at yourself. You are beautiful and petite. You are smart. You live your own life up in London, away from Mater and Pater, which is more than a lot of girls of your age and background have. And you have a very successful business, which you created – no-one else. Think on that the next time you go to give me a compliment. You’re the most successful of all of us. Lionel lives as a rake in disgrace in Nairobi where he can do no harm other than drink too much gin or race a few thoroughbreds that really aren’t ready to be raced. Lally is married to a nice, if dull chap, and has brought forth a few progeny to carry on Charles’ line. I’ll inherit this old pile of bricks and pray I can weather the storm and keep it all going so that one of Bella’s and my progeny can take over when I’m gone. But you, you leave a legacy of beautiful interiors that are your own distinctive style. You influence taste and fashions. You are one of those Bright Young Things********** the papers are full of, and whom the world will talk about long after I’m buried and forgotten in that churchyard.” He points out the window, across the undulating hill to where the sound of the bells is coming from.
“Do you really think that, Leslie?” Lettice asks.
“Well of course I do, Tice.” he concurs. “We all do. Well, maybe not Mamma, and certainly not Lionel. But Lally, Father, Bella and I do, so we outnumber them. Nigel, Isobel and Sherbourne too. We’re all so proud of you. Even Mamma, though she would rather eat a pound of nails than say it, must have at least some unexpressed admiration for what you do and what you’ve achieved, Tice.”
“Leslie! Leslie there you are, old boy! Come on!” Lionel’s unusually suntanned face and sun bleached sandy blonde hair poke around the frame of Lettice’s dressing room door. “Oh, morning, Lettuce Leaf.” He nods to his little sister as an afterthought.
Lettice cringes at the use of her most hated childhood nickname, which is tolerable, or even amusing on occasion when said by her best friend Gerald, but like poison spat at her when it comes from her hated sibling.
“Look I hate to break this tender moment of sibling bonding between you two up.” Their brother sneers mockingly at them from beneath his mean sun blonde pencil moustache, mischief in his cold, glinting eyes. “I mean, it really is charming and all, but I’d like to remind you Leslie, that the car is waiting downstairs and the bells toll. Listen, can’t you hear them?” Dressed in his morning suit with a boutonniere of a white rose and some Queen Anne’s lace sticking from his lapel, he poses dramatically, lolling against the doorframe, a hand held to his ear as he perks up and peers through Lettice’s window into the bright morning beyond.
“Bugger off Lionel, you pillock!” growls Leslie warningly. “You’re only here for a few days. Pray you don’t leave with broken teeth.”
“Alright!” Lionel holds up his hands in defence. “Don’t shoot, or punch me.” He sneers again. “I’m just the messenger. Mater and Pater are downstairs with your best man, Leslie, and he’s getting anxious that his sister is going to arrive at the church to get married before you two do. The olds are trying to placate him, so I’d shake a leg and get a move on, if I were you.”
Smiling smarmily, Lionel slinks away, leaving Lettice and Leslie alone again.
“Look, I have to go, but, but we’ll talk later, Tice, alright?” Leslie assures his sister.
“No we won’t,” Lettice says, smiling sadly and reaching up to her favourite brother’s boutonniere, running her fingers along the soft silken petal of the white rose buds. “Not today at any rate.” She pats his arm comfortingly. “We both may hate Lionel, but even though I’d rather eat a pound of nails than say it, he’s right. The bells are chiming, and you’re getting married. I can’t hold you up from the most important moment of your life, and Bella would never speak to me again if I did. Off you go.”
“Tice,” Leslie begins, a hundred unfinished thoughts catching in his voice.
“I’ll be alright. I have Gerald to escort me this afternoon.” She smiles as she sees a mixture of anxiety and excitement in his eyes. “Just tell Mamma I’m fixing my hat and I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
“Alright, Tice.” He starts to leave. “I’ll see you in the chapel then.”
“Just try and stop me,” she replies with a smile. “It isn’t every day my big brother gets married. Now go, before Nigel has an aneurism on the drawing room carpet.”
With the pattering of hurried footsteps, Leslie disappears around the frame of the door and runs down the hall.
Lettice picks up her hat and walks over to her dressing table where she withdraws one of the long hatpins in the container standing on its surface. Carefully positioning her pretty lemon yellow straw hat with organza and artificial flower decoration against her straw yellow blonde chignon and affixes it with the hatpin. She listens to the crisp sound of the pin piercing the straw of her hat and feels the pin slide through the back of her hair. She tugs the brim gently, just to make sure her millinery is firmly in place and sighs as she considers her reflection. She admires her figure, expertly encased in the pale yellow satin frock with the Peter Pan collar*********** Gerald has made for her for the wedding. The two strings of perfect graduating creamy white pearls her parents gave her for her coming of age sit across her collar bones and a corsage of white roses sits daintily on her wrist.
Satisfied, she wanders back to the window and looks down. Through the lace scrim, she can see Nigel Tyrwhitt, Leslie’s bride-to-be’s brother and his best man, walk across the gravel towards her father’s Daimler, followed closely by Leslie. The two talk, but with the window closed and being two storeys up, Lettice can’t hear what they are saying, but she catches a waft of their laughter through the glass and knows that whatever they are saying, they are very happy that Leslie is about to marry Arabella. In the distance, the Glynes Church of England chapel bells peal, beckoning guest to enter to witness the marriage of Arabella Tyrwhitt, only daughter of Lord Sherboune and Lady Isobel Tyrwhitt to Leslie Cheywnd, son and heir of the Viscount and Viscountess of Wrexham, forever enmeshing two of the county’s great families.
*The first edition of Debrett's Peerage of England, Scotland, and Ireland, containing an Account of all the Peers, 2 vols., was published in May 1802, with plates of arms, a second edition appeared in September 1802, a third in June 1803, a fourth in 1805, a fifth in 1806, a sixth in 1808, a seventh in 1809, an eighth in 1812, a ninth in 1814, a tenth in 1816, an eleventh in 1817, a twelfth in 1819, a thirteenth in 1820, a fourteenth in 1822, a fifteenth in 1823, which was the last edition edited by Debrett, and not published until after his death. The next edition came out in 1825. The first edition of The Baronetage of England, containing their Descent and Present State, by John Debrett, 2 vols., appeared in 1808. Today, Debrett's is a British professional coaching company, publisher and authority on etiquette and behaviour. It was founded in 1769 with the publication of the first edition of The New Peerage. The company takes its name from its founder, John Debrett.
**Tatler is a British magazine published by Condé Nast Publications focusing on fashion and lifestyle, as well as coverage of high society and politics. It is targeted towards the British upper-middle class and upper class, and those interested in society events.
***The Lady is one of Britain's longest-running women's magazines. It has been in continuous publication since 1885 and is based in London. The magazine was founded by Thomas Gibson Bowles (1842–1922), the maternal grandfather of the aristocratic and controversial Mitford sisters. Bowles also founded the English magazine Vanity Fair. He gave the Mitford girls' father (David Freeman-Mitford, Second Baron Redesdale) his first job: general manager of the magazine. Early contributors included Nancy Mitford and Lewis Carroll, who compiled a puzzle for the title
****Country Life is a British weekly perfect-bound glossy magazine that is a quintessential English magazine founded in 1897, providing readers with a weekly dose of architecture, gardens and interiors. It was based in London at 110 Southwark Street until March 2016, when it became based in Farnborough, Hampshire. The frontispiece of each issue usually features a portrait photograph of a young woman of society, or, on occasion, a man of society.
*****Horse and Hound is the oldest equestrian weekly magazine of the United Kingdom. Its first edition was published in 1884. The magazine contains horse industry news, reports from equestrian events, veterinary advice about caring for horses, and horses for sale.
******Alice Frederica Keppel was a British society hostess and a long-time mistress and confidante of King Edward VII. Keppel grew up at Duntreath Castle, the family seat of the Edmonstone baronets in Scotland. She was the youngest child of Mary Elizabeth, née Parsons, and Sir William Edmonstone, 4th Baronet. In 1891 she married George Keppel, an army officer, and they had two daughters. Alice Keppel became one of the best society hostesses of the Edwardian era. Her beauty, charm and discretion impressed London society and brought her to the attention of the future King Edward VII in 1898, when he was still Prince of Wales, whose mistress she remained until his death, lightening the dark moods of his later years, and holding considerable influence. Through her younger daughter, Sonia Cubitt , Alice Keppel is the great-grandmother of Queen Camilla, the former mistress and second wife of King Edward VII's great-great-grandson King Charles III.
*******In French, de rigueur means "out of strictness" or "according to strict etiquette"; one definition of our word rigor, to which rigueur is related, is "the quality of being strict, unyielding, or inflexible." In English, we tend to use de rigueur to describe a fashion or custom that is so commonplace within a context that it seems a prescribed, mandatory part of it.
********The Hotel Cecil was a grand hotel built 1890–96 between the Thames Embankment and the Strand in London, England. It was named after Cecil House, a mansion belonging to the Cecil family, which occupied the site in the Seventeenth Century. The hotel was the largest in Europe when it opened, with more than eight hundred rooms. The proprietor, Jabez Balfour, later went bankrupt and was sentenced to 14 years in prison. The Royal Air Force was formed and had its first headquarters here in the former Hotel Cecil in 1918. During the 1920s, it was one of the most fashionable hotels in London and was filled with flappers and young men, representing the spirit of the Jazz Age. The hotel was largely demolished in 1930, and Shell Mex House now stands on its site.
*********SIT is the acronym for “safe in taxis” and NSIT is the acronym for “not safe in taxis”. These acronyms were used by debutantes and their mothers to refer to young men who could and couldn’t be trusted to escort a debutante home in a taxi without getting handsy. Some aristocratic mothers with daughters of a marriageable age being introduced into society kept a list of these young men and the debutantes themselves would avoid them.
**********The Bright Young Things, or Bright Young People, was a nickname given by the tabloid press to a group of Bohemian young aristocrats and socialites in 1920s London.
***********A Peter Pan collar is a style of clothing collar, flat in design with rounded corners. It is named after the collar of Maude Adams's costume in her 1905 role as Peter Pan, although similar styles had been worn before this date. Peter Pan collars were particularly fashionable during the 1920s and 1930s.
Contrary to popular belief, fashion at the beginning of the Roaring 20s did not feature the iconic cloche hat as a commonly worn head covering. Although invented by French milliner Caroline Reboux in 1908, the cloche hat did not start to gain popularity until 1922, so even though this story is set in that year, picture hats, a hangover from the pre-war years, were still de rigueur in fashionable society and whilst Lettice is fashionable, she and many other fashionable women still wore the more romantic picture hat. Although nowhere near as wide, heavy, voluminous or as ornate as the hats worn by women between the turn of the Twentieth Century and the Great War, the picture hats of the 1920s were still wide brimmed, although they were generally made of straw or some lightweight fabric and were decorated with a more restrained touch.
This pretty and very feminine Edwardian boudoir may appear like something out of a historical house display, but it is in fact part of my 1:12 miniatures collection and includes items from my childhood, as well as those I have collected as an adult.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
Lettice’s yellow straw hat decorated with ornamental flowers, fruit and organza. 1:12 size miniature hats made to such exacting standards of quality and realism such as these are often far more expensive than real hats are. When you think that it would sit comfortably on the tip of your index finger, yet it could cost in excess of $150.00 or £100.00, it is an extravagance. American artists seem to have the monopoly on this skill and some of the hats that I have seen or acquired over the years are remarkable. The maker of this hat is unknown, but it is part of a larger collection I bought from an American miniature collector Marilyn Bickel. Lettice’s lemon yellow purse is also an artisan piece and is made of kid leather which is so soft. It is trimmed with very fine braid and the purse has a clasp made from a piece of earring. The matching lemon yellow gloves are made from the same soft kid leather. They came as a set from Doreen Jeffries’ Small Wonders Miniatures in the United Kingdom.
The floral chintz chaise lounge with its scalloped end comes from Crooked Mile Cottage miniatures in America, whilst the dainty fringed footstool with its tiny rose and leaf pattern ribbon was hand upholstered by an artisan in England.
The silver dressing table set on the dressing table, consisting of mirror, brushes and a comb, as well as the tray on which the perfume bottle stand has been made by Warwick Miniatures in Ireland, who are well known for the quality and detail applied to their pieces.
On the silver tray there is a selection of sparkling perfume bottles, which are handmade by an English artisan for the Little Green Workshop. Made of cut coloured crystals set in a gilt metal frames or using vintage cut glass beads they look so elegant and terribly luxurious. The faceted pink glass perfume bottle, made from an Art Deco bead came with the dressing table, which I acquired from Kathleen Knight’s Doll House Shop.
The dressing table chair did not come with the dressing table, although it does match nicely. Upholstered in a very fine pink satin, it was made by the high-end dolls’ house miniature furniture manufacturer, Bespaq.
The plaster fireplace and its metal grate come from Kathleen Knight’s Doll House Shop in the United Kingdom. The fire pokers and bellows I have had since I was a teenager and come from a high street stockist who specialised in dolls houses and doll house miniatures.
The Chetwynd family photos seen cluttering the mantlepiece are all real photos, produced to high standards in 1:12 size on photographic paper by Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire. The frames are almost all from Melody Jane’s Dollhouse Suppliers in the United Kingdom and are made of metal with glass in each.
The porcelain clock on the mantlepiece is made by M.W. Reutter Porzellanfabrik in Germany, who specialise in making high quality porcelain miniatures. The other vases in the room, except for the one containing the irises come from various online miniatures stockists.
Made of polymer clay that are moulded on wires to allow them to be shaped at will and put into individually formed floral arrangements, the very realistic looking blue irises are made by a 1:12 miniature specialist in Germany. The vase they stand in is a 1950s Limoges vase – one of a pair. Both are stamped with a small green Limoges mark to the bottom. These treasures I found in an overcrowded cabinet at the Mill Markets in Geelong. The pink roses on the dressing table and the cream roses on the round Regency occasional table come from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering.
The tall Dutch style chest of drawers to the far right of the photo was one of the first pieces of miniature furniture I ever bought for myself. I chose it as payment for several figures I made from Fimo clay for a local high street toy shop when I was eight years old. All these years later, I definitely think I got the better end of the deal!
The oriental rug is a copy of a popular 1920s style Chinese silk rug and has been machine woven. The wallpaper is an Eighteenth Century chinoiserie design of white camellias. All the paintings on Lettice’s boudoir walls come from Melody Jane’s Doll House Suppliers in the United Kingdom.
As you can see, my staff casts a shadow on Harlow Gardens clever hominym Phlox sign...
I love Harlow Gardens!! Their website has a great Tucson monthly Gardening Calendar. It keeps me on top (at least enmeshed) in the needed tasks and watering schedule.
"Enmeshed" is just some more Photoshop digital pattern play with colours, gradients and blend modes.
Cusco is a UNESCO site.
The Cristo Blanco is a sculpture of Jesus Christ located on the Pukamoqo hill (red hill), a place considered sacred by the Incas.
The sculpture was a gift from the Arab-Palestinian colony in 1945.
The work was created by the Cusco sculptor Francisco Olazo. The materials used were granite, cedar, clay as well as iron and wire.
The sculpture is white and measures up to 8 meters. The open arms represent the Catholic protection over the city of Cusco.
The laying of the first stone was carried out during the Inti Raymi (Sun Festival) festival in 1944. Later, in 1973 and 1974, the statue was enmeshed.
It is currently one of the most visited modern monuments in Cusco. The main reason is that from there you have a privileged view of the entire city.
1. A beach scene to start the year, 2. My other favourite beach, 3. Writing the minutes, 4. Constellation, 5. Plums anyone?, 6. A different kind of blue, 7. Shelter..., 8. The gift...., 9. It's pear season...., 10. Nights in Black Satin, 11. Refreshments, 12. Titillating, 13. A good vintage, 14. The End, 15. The secret life of a pear...., 16. encompass, 17. Nuggets lighthouse, 18. One, 19. Filigree, 20. Random, 21. Vintage, 22. Emerge, 23. Unheard music, 24. enmesh, 25. Bulbous, 26. If you came this way...., 27. Fringe, 28. Umbrella, 29. Focus, 30. Huddle
2007 started with a beach and ended with a flower and in between there was the pears, my discovery of the wonderful dictionary of image and complete herbal, some fun with reversed lens macros and more recently a real macro lens and of course the theme that runs through them all is my love of texture!
I hope you enjoy this small selection of my work, it was a hard task choosing 30 :-)
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
enMESHed "Into Fall Hunt" 2016 !
Oct 15 - Nov 15th
We are in the enMESHed grid wide hunt again this year for the fall season and did something perfect for Halloween or even all year long. Take your chance and see if you can find it! Lots of amazing designers in the hunt line up this year!
Find the prize at our mainstore for free!
Hint found in the entrance of our store:
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Continental flavour machicolations (a nice new word for CarbonNYC I hope) grinding like gears about the broad shafts of tower on the Castle at Nunney, Somerset.
Visited with Rabidbee and had a good hour of getting some really beautiful shots of this unique castle. It's really more of a stacked-up and fortified manor house than a proper defensive castle, but a really evocative pile nevertheless
Webb Bridge, Melbourne, Australia. This is a bridge for pedestrians and cyclists across the Yarra River.
Again with the 50mm, stalking the local fungi under a large pine tree . . these gorgeous beasties had cute, spotted ,bright red domed caps when i drove by one morning but alas, by the time i returned with my dslr they were enmeshed in middle age spread, and yes, have now definitely gone to seed! hehehehe
The Artist Shed for the L$0 enMESHed into Spring Hunt, March 15th to April 15th.
Details: enmeshedhunts.wordpress.com/
From the start, the City was enmeshed in ritualistic and religious concepts. Legend has it that the very structure of the Forbidden City was conceived in a dream by YungLo's tutor, a visionary monk.
The monk imagined an extraterrestrial city, where the Lord of Heaven resided in a purple enclosure (believed to be a constellation formed by 15 heavenly bodies turning round the polestar). According to chinese cosmology, the colour purple was a symbol of joy and happiness and also that of the polestar.
In this way, the emperor established himself as the Son of Heaven, with the mandate to maintain harmony between the human and natural world, balancing the vastness of nature with a uniform modular system of rectangular courtyards and buildings. He and his city became linked to the divine forces of the universe. Therefore, the residence of the emperor was a purple city at the center of the temporal world.
Only the emperor could use the color purple, the color of the walls, and of the special vermilion ink with which the emperor signed his name.