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This photo means the world to me. This is my childhood home. It was purchased new by my grandparents in 1947 for $11,000. In this humble home they raised a daughter and three sons. Just as the last son was leaving home, I came along. My grandparents took me in and raised me, son number four, in this wonderful little home.
This was taken by my uncle, the youngest of the three sons, on New Year's Day 1994. He taught me everything he knew about photography. We did everything together. We were more like brothers. My beloved uncle died on January 7, 2006. He was 51.
My grandmother sold the house on October 10, 2010. Another family lives here now for the first time in 63 years. I can't even believe it. It just doesn't seem real. I can't even explain how heartbroken I am. No one understands. I am left with fading memories and photographs of my uncle and the home where we shared such joy.
New for Cupid Inc. Table for One! Single or just heartbroken for V-Day? This is the set for you. With your very own Cardboard date to share a meal with. Includes decor Heartbreak Steak, Loser Wine, Stupid Cupid Cake, a chair with male/female/unisex sits! Some are quite funny and with 4 props!
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The lovely Britte tagged me!
Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?
-~Single!
What if I told you that you were pretty?
-It would make my day!
What are you looking forward to in the next week?
-My friends baby shower!
Do you want to be single?
-not really, but I'm still young!
Have you pretended to like someone?
-Yes...
Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?
-Yeah, family! And my best friend, but she is basically family!
Is it hard for you to get over someone?
-It depends!
What would you name your future daughter?
-I know that her middle name would be belle/annabelle after my mum. First name.. Maybe Lily-Mae
Are you good at hiding your feelings?
-Depends who I am hiding them from!
Are you listening to music right now?
-No, I'm watching the opening ceremony of the olympics!
How is your heart lately?
- Undecided.
Are you wearing socks?
-No, i go barefoot whenever i can!
What do people call you?
-Clemmie! or my family call me monkey, dunno why but I answer to it more than clemmie!
Will you talk to the person you like tonight?
-If you mean the person I, u'know, like-like.. Then no!
When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?
-Not counting my dad, yesterday, he is a 8 year old boy though...
Do you get stressed out easily?
-Yes!
Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?
-My Mummy!!
What is on your wrists right now?
-My watch, which I can't live without! And my peace ninja bracelet, me and martha (bff) both have one!
What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?
-Hot chocolate!<3
Are you a good artist?
- Awful.
Do you miss the way things were six months ago?
-no. six months ago was the worst time of my life. I could not be happier now :D
Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?
- No, again, only young!
Do you use chap stick?
-All the time!
Do you have a little sister?
-I have a god-sister, and may or may not have 2 more in september!
Have you hugged someone within the last week?
-Yes! I love hugging!
What were you doing at midnight last night?
- sleeping...
Have you ever regretted kissing someone?
-no!
Were your last three kisses from the same person?
-Nope
Will next Friday be a good one?
- I hope so!! <3
I was just informed my good friend SIR Raphael passed away Early July 2017. My heart is utterly broken. I wish I could have one last conversation with him. Words can not even begin to express how much I will miss him
1. Hankies for the Heartbroken & HayFeverish, 2. Gadget Cosy from a Vintage Napkin, 3. Sausage Dog, 4. Made A Florally Summer Throw..., 5. A Granny A Day, 6. Making Finger Puppets, 7. Mikes Fabric Bangles, 8. Woodland Granny Square, 9. Baby Felt Bunting, 10. Tortoiseshell 'I can Fly' Brooch, 11. Ari and Pip's Fox Embroidery, 12. Foxy, 13. Blythe's quilt, 14. Ike Rosen inspired cushion, 15. ed roth's stencil book tees, 16. Pile o Granny Squares, 17. The First Ever Peaky Beaky Bird!, 18. Appley Button Earrings!, 19. where the wild things are embroidery Max, 20. Max : Where The Wild Things Are : Christmas Stocking, 21. Little Felt and Fabric Babushkas, 22. TeePee Girl :: Christmas Embroidery, 23. Citrus Potholder, 24. Meet Me at Mike's Book!, 25. gocco prints x many!, 26. Crocheted Coasters and Doyley :: Matchy Matchy, 27. gocco print - still to add some ink!, 28. Mary Blair Wallet, 29. Noice cloud!, 30. Sunday Afternoon Knitting Needle Bangles, 31. Making Granny Squares, 32. Pear Pincushions, 33. My Shippy Stitching, 34. My Little Notebooks!, 35. Falcon Chair and Ari's Blankie, 36. Gingerbread!
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People were having trouble making out the text of the previous version so I decided to get right to the point of it with the X. This is the version that will be on display at Encantada Gallery.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
May 12, 2010
Today was a lot of fun.
Natalie and I were ditching school and went to my house to do homework..
well when we got there the boys had shown up and we decided to go hang out with them instead!
It was worth it! We gave each other tattoos, played basketball and enjoyed each others company!
Later Natalie and I went and did this 365.
During this time i was crying through this shoot i wanted to be able to express my hurt when i found out a boy i once loved got another girlfriend. I was wearing a white button up shirt. It's like i'm struggling but i can get through it.
BTW it was FREEZING in this water and mud.
*As you all know i dont really post 365's anymore... i have pictures but i feel like its just a "have to" thing to do it everyday and i dont want it like that at all. I want to FEEL like doing it everyday... maybe i will start up again soon..
Thanks for all the support!
Even though the weather's been consistently crap I am heartbroken my holidays are almost over and its back to work on Monday. : (
sweet sugar is a good model,she got pretty face and figure,we invited her to the keelung sea
coast and we want her to pretend a pityful girl which just lost her lover ,so she expressed sad mood that made the frame full of sexy and heartbroken atmosphere.thank sweet sugar
she did her best model job
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These are for Iam4ranny's granddog "Spenky" who passes quite suddenly today. May his human mommie overcome her grief remembering all the joy he brought to her. Peep, Phoebe, and I are heartbroken at the loss of your most precious furry baby.
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Who Wants To Live Forever?
There's no time for us,
There's no place for us,
What is this thing that builds our dreams, yet slips away from us
Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever?
There's no chance for us,
It's all decided for us,
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us
Who wants to live forever,
Who dares to love forever,
Who dare who dare,
Who wants to live forever,
When love must die
So touch my tears with your lips,
Touch my world with your fingertips,
And we can have forever,
And we can have forever,
Forever is our today,
Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever,
Forever is our today,
Who waits forever anyway?
---Queen
I love Joe SO much, and he does not deserve what happened to him. (Whatever happened to him, I'm talking about how heartbroken he is) And that Camilla B#@%$ needs to die >:|
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Heartbroken:
EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam!
Party: Heartbroken
Venue: Studio80
Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
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What the label does not say: you won't even leave the fender of the vehicle, you'll drop dead right where you stand!
Frankie D. and Dirk Diggler spin the sweetest soul, sophisticated jazz, dirtiest funk with a splash of hip-hop at the Studio 80 in Amsterdam.
We just found out last night that Zuma has cancer (lymphoma)
We are devastated beyond belief.
Here she is at the beach, on her 9th birthday, just 2 1/2 months ago...
Chewing to Chew
(Poor Mulberry Plant)
Good thing my friend's husband didn't see this happen. . . or maybe he did. I don't know what exactly happened, but he is making sure to get rid of the puppy ASAP. My friend is truly heartbroken as she loves this puppy. It's tearing her apart. Makes me sad. Those of you who know me well. . . well, you know that I can't stand by and do nothing when it comes to the critters in my life. Looks like we will have a new foster in the house. BTW, did I not marry just the most marvelous man? We'll have to decide what to call the boy. . . I'm hoping Kevin will come up with a suitable name. For some reason I think it should be a short--no more than one or two syllables--masculine name. Remember, he's going to be a big boy! I figure we'll know the name when we hear it. . .
Life is about to change. . . I've already scoured lost/missing postings. Nothing. I'll keep looking through those things. If nothing, then it's time to contact friends and relatives. This boy is not going to a stranger. I can't explain it, but I just don't feel right listing him the way I do the cats. The right place will materialize, I trust and pray. The ones I worry about are Ariel and MoMo. Ariel does not welcome strangers into her domain. Remember, she fancies herself as the Queen. And MoMo has been making social progress by leaps and bounds. . . the other day he came over and joined Raven on the couch next to me. He had to wriggle in between Raven and the arm rest. Then, after a while, he rolled over and put his front leg across Raven. They truly cuddled for a while. . . too beautiful to see, and I did not want to reach over them to grab the camera. I think he would have startled. So I sat and watched and smiled.
While it may be truly hard on Ariel and MoMo, poor dear felines, I suspect this will be a wonderful opportunity to work on socialization and recall with Bogart. Remember, this puppy already is reliable off-leash! Hope he teaches Bogart a thing or two. . .
Wow. Am I ready for this?
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Our darling Nellie has gone to live in the clouds forever. She was brave, gentle and obstinate to the end. We are heartbroken.
This was found hanging on a parking sign on the street. I hope the young lady it belonged to finally found it - I'd have been heartbroken if I lost that.
The kitten looks great tonight! :)
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Absolutely heartbroken that I can't find out anything about Cleaties Bowser, a coal minor who was arrested for adultry (sic and sic).
The misspellings on the card might make you assume that his name is misspelled, too, but it isn't. The only trace of him I could find was on the 1940 census, where his name is spelled just like that.
I had hoped to share photos of Lottie I took with my "proper" camera back in late October. After returning home from being her companion, nursemaid and room attendant and having her as my therapist for almost two weeks.
Unfortunately, life has been (even more) exhausting on several fronts since early October.
Until now, I haven't had a chance to do more than import and edit the photos I took with my D700. Though I shared plenty of my iPhone photos to social media during my time in her home.
One of Lottie's adoring humans, Sarah - a talented wedding photographer and a fellow cat-sitter - became a virtual friend back in the mid-2000s on Flickr as part of the (now-defunct) Female Self-Portrait Artists Support Group (FSPASG).
We finally met in person in 2011 when we attended a workshop run by Miss Aniela and Brooke Shaden in Eastbourne.
It turned out we lived in adjacent suburbs here in London, but I think we'll take equal blame for how irregularly we've met up since then. Though we now live 30 minutes walk apart, and lived closer for a period when I was in Wood Green and then Bounds Green.
I think the last time we'd met up before October was for drinks at one of our joint local pubs for my birthday, along with at least one other FSPASG member, Sevgi. I don't remember the year.
When I posted to my social media accounts that I'd fallen into cat-sitting, Sarah mentioned the Cat In A Flat site. I stumbled upon it while researching what I should charge for my services. Once I established that cat-sitting was something I could not only do but enjoy.
So, when she and Pete decided Lottie needed a sleepover buddy, not just a once or twice-a-day visitor, she messaged me to ask if I was free.
Lottie had been unwell for some time, but the vets couldn't figure out why.
I had scooped up dead mice and cleaned up poop from a kitteh going through some behavioural issues. So, the concept of cleaning up kitteh puke at least once a day for almost two weeks didn't put me off hanging with Lottie.
We met a couple of times before the sitting started, and she was such a sweet, placid kitteh.
Lottie proved even more affectionate and approachable when I arrived a few hours after Sarah and Pete left.
She spent a lot of time napping on the pillows on the bed. But when she felt up to it, she would come to listen to my Teams calls while I worked. I would clear a spot for her by my keyboard, or she would sit on my lap if there wasn't space to park her butt on the desk.
I checked on her regularly when she wasn't nudging my hands as I typed or draping her tail across my keyboard.
I brought her breakfast (lunch, dinner and in-between meals) in bed as she had lost interest in going downstairs for anything except using her litter.
The first two nights I stayed, she woke me at 03:00 and 06:00 with her loud eating by the bed. Thank goodness I don't have misophonia...
She quickly fell into sharing her night-time ritual with me. She waited until I was settled and lying down, then walked on my belly and chest. Sometimes she would settle down and curl up on me. Sometimes she just stared me down from her higher vantage point.
On one of the days when I could have a lie-in, we started our day this way, and then she curled up against my body on the bed.
The first couple of nights, she had her pillow chosen. I slept on the other side (which suited me as it was the opposite side, away from her food). But we fast fell into a pattern of her curling up on the pillow above my head, purring away. The proximity provided great comfort to both of us though sometimes her long whiskers made me giggle when they tickled my face.
I would wake at about 06:00 to her watching me. The sort of gaze that, if it came from a lover, might be disturbing or sweet, depending on your temperament (and maybe their intent and expression).
I'd rouse myself to fetch her fresh wet food for breakfast, and then we'd settle for a few more hours of sleep until I had to work.
Though there were a couple of days where the combined stresses of news from Australia about my Mum's health, the project in my day job causing me to work long hours and worrying about Lottie's health overwhelmed me. More often than not, spending time with Lottie and worrying about her distracted me from the other stresses.
And she was always an absolute pleasure to be around, even with her illness.
Sarah, Pete and I obviously all hoped that, once they returned, the vets would be able to finally figure out what was wrong with Lottie.
I looked forward to staying with Lottie in future when she wasn't feeling so poorly.
So, I was heartbroken to hear that, a little over a week after Sarah and Pete returned, Lottie's health had deteriorated to the point that she had to be put to sleep. The vets finally worked out what was wrong, but too late to save her.
Sarah let me know while I was with Sammy, Lily and Poppy in Bromley, so I treasured my time with them even more than usual, having heard that news.
I wanted to edit photos of Lottie that evening. Especially knowing I'd planned to do so eight to nine days earlier. But I decided I'd prefer to write something and edit and share photos of her without rushing.
So here we are.
Such a beautiful, gentle kitteh. I feel privileged to have spent that time with Lottie. And to have (hopefully) been a comfort to her during her illness. The comfort definitely went both ways.
RIP Lottie (aka Peanut Butter Cup, as I was wont to call her).
I hope there are suitcases for you to claw and laze in where you are. That there are supine humans just waiting to be walked upon by you. That the humans there hold out the brush for you to brush your own chin. And the humans where you are will be more generous in sharing their Brie with you than I was. (Yes, I would have given you the same look if you'd put a chicken meal in front of me instead of Brie. Maybe I'd have been less cautious and more generous if I'd known how little time you'd had left).
Heartbroken: EVERY Monday night at Studio80 on the Rembrandtplein in Amsterdam! Party: Heartbroken Venue: Studio80 Coverage by: Waking up in Amsterdam!
Mended Heart - Burned, Stapled and Healed (2022). From the Guarded / Mended Heart Sculpture series. This one has now been sold off my my Etsy.
The Red Thread of Fate comes from Asian myth. The story goes that the gods would tie a red thread around the ankle or little finger of individuals destined to fall in love or help each other sometime in their life.
I was first introduced to this waaaaaaay back in 8th grade while watching the anime Tenchi Muyo. I'm not sure why the idea popped into my head for this, but Natalie and I had a pretty good time making a mess with tons and tons of red thread. During our fun, Natalie struck this lovely pose and we ran with it! I figure there are many types of love and we are connected to many people through those types of love, thus oodles of red thread. However, I wanted a sad heartbroken feel (very unnatural for Natalie, lol).
While I like this image (and am pretty stoked at the Pre-Raphaelite-esque editing!!) I've been feeling some artists block lately. However, I feel like the best way to get out of a rut is to keep creating, so I'm creating and posting!!! :D
You went away on Thursday and left us totally heartbroken. Cancer sucks!
We hold each other and cry and wonder how we will live our Life without you in it.
We were always together, the three of us... you and your human mommy and daddy and now our home feels strange and unfamiliar.
I'm sure in time, we will move on - but there will never be another You. Thank you for all the years of unconditional love, friendship and protection that you gave us.
We love you with all our heart and miss you more than words can say!
Sleep tight, sweet girl!
xxooxxooxxooo