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A patch here, a patch there, but the Rock remains. Valley Junction, East St Louis, IL, February 2023.
Chuck was one of my earliest flickr friends. We've emailed back and forth for years and finally got a chance to meet when he stopped for a visit on his way to Louisiana. Great to finally meet you, Chuck!
His work can be seen here on flickr, of course, but you may not know that he has a terrific tumblr stream where he posts shots from his outstanding 1970s archive. Check it out!
This is sort of funny. Inspired by the swatch of a vintage net, at the left, and also by a chapter in Mary Thomas's Embroidery Book, I decided to do some embroidery onto net. I tacked a piece of white fabric to a double layer of net and drew circles around it using a penny as a template. I then spent the weekend embroidering on them and cutting away the background fabric. Crazy. I think the buttonhole stitching around the circles is too thick.They sort of look like Girl Scout merit badges! I will try another piece and just over cast the edges. However, this piece does look really interesting layered over another piece of embroidery. Let me know what you think.....
Cutest Clearly Besotted vegetable patch on the block! 😃
More photos and details on my blog:
limedoodledesign.com/2016/06/vegetable-patch/
Thanks for looking!
Debby
Finally got my sewing machine up and running while waiting to move into my new shop.. Sewing some club patches on a motorcycle leather vest for a friend.
Oh boy. We are deep in the heart of the 1970's. First off I want to point out that this particular ad was found in the middle of Walt Disney's Donald Duck comic book (Number 177, November 1976, to be exact.)
Now that's been established, let's look at the product: these patches were meant to enhance the 70's child wardrobe, most likely a jeans jacket by Wrangler or Levis. The scent of incense and bongwater is heavy over the design of this ad: " . .Patches That Tell It Like It Is!"
Lot's of questionable choices here for the kids: mixed in with the standard cartoon characters (popeye, tweety bird, etc.) we also have representatives from the counterculture: Robert Crumb's Mr. Natural and Felix the Cat, "Black is Beautiful" and the Woodstock logo. There are also badges to help propel you into the adult world: "Powered by Budweiser","USA Drinking Team" and the Playboy bunny (!)
(Again I want to point out, this ad is from a Donald Duck comic book and was published in dozens of other titles. While the counter-culture of the 1970's was clearly watered down and/or burnt out, for many kids this was their repeated introduction to the themes.)
Also fascinating is the mainstreaming of the cultural tag-line.Some of these were gleaned from commercials, others were generic 70's memes that this patch company co-opted, and some I believe were probably invented to fill up space on the page:
"Try it, You'll Like It" (From the 1970's commercial for Alka-Seltzer).
"I Ate the Whole Thing" (Also an Alka-Seltzer tagline, what's up with the antacids?)
"Don't Fool With Mother Nature" (Chiffon Margarine)
Other 70's taglines:
"The Devil Made me Do It" (Flip Wilson)
"Keep on Truckin'" (See Robert Crumb above)
"Steal This Patch" (Reference to Abbie Hoffman's 'Steal this Book')
And then there's the 70's pap that simply grew out of the cultural wasteland like weeds:
"Butterflies are Free"
"Have a Nice Day"
"Work is a Drag"
HST nameplate, 'Harry Patch The last survivor of the trenches', belonging to HST power car 43172 whilst at Paddington on 7th March 2018
43712 had arrived with 1P31 1209 from Hereford and would soon depart as 5P31 1547 to Old Oak Common H.S.T.D.
This was taken 5 years ago, when I had lasik surgery. I was talking about it with some friends this weekend, and said i would post the photo and essay I wrote at the time about the experience. Here it is.
White Vision
I have worn contacts since I was 13. I have worn glasses since the 1st grade. I hated my glasses the first ten years. I hid them, lost them, forgot them, squinted, sat at the front of the class even, just to try to get away without wearing them. And yet somehow they never really disappeared. Silver octagons. My mother picked them out, and I didn’t complain. But they were cold, and I had a slight headache from the soft pressure across the bridge of my nose. Contacts freed me somewhat, but I still had to care for them, and my prescription would change causing me to have to buy new ones. Or I would forget the case and some disaster would happen.
Once during college, I stayed with my friend Emily at her parent’s apartment in New York, and having forgotten my case, I put them in a glass of water, and set two books on top. She got up in the middle of the night, found the water and drank it while I slept. The next morning, she went into a panic that somehow she was going to be permanently damaged by having two little plastic discs in her stomach. Two months later, I accidentally drank the next pair. There was a bad hurricane that was supposed to decimate New York. My bag with the lens case was left behind and all the stores were closed. The hurricane turned out to be a flop, so my friends, including Emily, went out to dinner and several clubs, and arrived back at the apartment at 5 am. Again, the contacts were put into a glass of water, and I forgot about them hours later, dehydrated and bleary.
Eventually, I settled down in my life so that I only had to buy a new pair every three or four years. But still, they were expensive, as was the care for them. Backpacking and bike-camping were always tricky with wind and dust, getting water to clean them, etc. Swimming, long plane flights, staying up all night, campfires and smoky rooms all required special care. But I was used to accommodating them so I did everything I wanted to anyway, messing around with various solutions so I could ride a bike for 10 hours, go out to dinner and drink wine, and then somehow get them to work at seven am the next morning, for the next ride.
When I heard that a friend was thinking of Lasik surgery, I secretly wanted to have perfect vision, too, but I said apprehensively that I didn’t know about that, it seemed risky and what if you ended up, statistically speaking, as the failure? But after watching several friends go through the process over a year, where they each had great experiences, I thought about it as a possibility for myself. I looked into it in February, but wasn’t ready; it was still overwhelming, too scary. And then again in June, and finally with the deadline of graduate school looming, I scheduled it for August. Then the few people I told about it said apprehensively, oh, I don’t know about that, it doesn’t seem like a good idea…. I knew exactly what they were thinking, and yet I had shifted, but how to explain this? How do you calmly say that you aren’t crazy for voluntarily requesting to have your corneas cut, and then alter your eyes with a laser? That you are scared, but doing it anyway?
To prepare, I had three weeks of no contacts. My glasses drove me to a constant mild headache, wearing them all the time, annoying me, no peripheral vision, resting across the bridge of my nose. I have been so dependent on my contact lenses, but in order to measure my eyes correctly, I had to let them return to their normal shape.
After appointments with the doctor for measurements and tests, I felt committed. I worried, even though he helped develop the procedure and had done thousands of them. I arranged for a friend, Ana, to take me. Three days before the surgery, I started antibiotic eye drops and antiseptic cleanings. I was apprehensive. I was not even aware of how nervous I had become until the night before when I really started to panic. What if I was part of the 1% that failed, in my category, and the lasers ruined my eyes. What if it didn’t work out, I couldn’t see and graduate school had to be ditched?
One thing to think about in this situation is what to wear. Something special in case my cornea falls out onto my shirt? A special non-stick shirt, or maybe a special sticky shirt? Thinking about this took the edge off and I started laughing out loud so much, I couldn’t stop for a minute or two. And of course, I wondered what state to leave the house for my return. While walking out, I looked around trying to memorize everything so that I could find it later. I would have eye patches on until I woke up the next day.
At the clinic, my stomach was heavy as they started eye drops, gave me a 10 mg Valium, and sent Ana off to buy a blank video tape. There were other patients there too, and my doctor arrived. After some more preparation, I was led into the surgery room. They popped in the tape, and I was feeling much better, partly because of the Valium, and partly because the staff seemed so competent. But I also felt like I had jumped face first down a long steep slide. No turning back now. The doctor asked if I felt good and I did, physically. I mentioned the question I had addressed that morning regarding what to wear. Everyone laughed nervously, like they hadn’t heard anyone laying directly under the laser contemplate what sort of cornea-sticking shirt to wear, just in case.
My doctor pulled back the lid of my left eye, and there was a temporary blackness while he applied some pressure, cutting and pulling back my cornea. Then he said that I should look steadily into a red dot laser, while they pointed it into my eye. I concentrated hard. I was afraid of moving at all, terrified of looking anywhere else. I kept saying roboticly to myself, look at the dot, look at the dot, just keep looking at the dot. After 30 seconds, and a slight burning smell similar to when a mole is burned off or teeth are drilled, the doctor brushed my cornea back into place with some viscous liquid. Then they did the right eye. As they started to work on it, the doctor said something about it being sticky. I didn’t know what he meant, I couldn’t see anything, and I wasn’t sure if this was bad. Again, the laser, concentrating on the red dot. A little burning smell.
Thirty minutes later, they checked my eyes with the eye chart, and it was fuzzy, not blurry like before. I could see some new rows on the eye chart. They bandaged me up and Ana took me home. I managed around the house pretty well, and friends brought dinner. I sat at the dining room table when they walked in, and started laughing at me, sitting casually with eye patches, facing them.
My house sounded different without sight. I couldn’t do too much, except tune the radio. After two rounds of the same NPR stories, and an unfortunate choice of DJ on KALX, I gave up. I listened twice to a tape of Jay McInerney talking about wine. Eating was interesting. Linguine with wild mushrooms; try twirling pasta on a fork, gracefully, spearing mushrooms and shallots, and reaching your mouth without dropping things everywhere. Or try salad with globe tomatoes and corn. Even dialing the phone requires looking at the address list, as there are only a couple of numbers I know by heart.
The next morning I woke up an hour early and ripped off the patches. I could see perfectly. The hills had distinct trees; San Francisco was crisp. I wanted to call everyone I could think of, but didn’t. I called Marc, the only person I knew would be up at 6:15am. And emailed everyone else. Then I remembered the video. I watched the first eye only. I was sort of relieved I didn’t watch the procedure before the surgery, despite all the research. Ana later told me the sticky comment happened when they had trouble cutting the second cornea, and if I watched the video I would see it. I decided to skip it.
I went to the orientation for school, and several times I wanted to say something, anything, about 20-20 vision and how absolutely exciting it was to read, 50 yards away, the Doe Library sign out the window, perfectly, no contacts. I was on the verge, almost spilling it, but I didn’t because I thought they would think I was crazy for doing something like this the day before school started.
My checkup later that day confirmed 20-20 vision. The best part was that things I previously experienced partially or not at all were now visible. It’s difficult to describe to people who’ve never worn glasses, or have good vision. It’s like being in love and trying to tell someone what’s happening, when they’ve never known it themselves. It’s an abstraction for others, but to me, it’s a marvel, full of excitement and surprises, newness, relief, lightness and ease. My contacts made my eyes bloodshot by noon. My new eyes are a fresh, soft white and don’t sting at the end of the day. I catch them in the mirror now and then and I’m taken aback over the whiteness.
Now I turn off the light at night, and instead of seeing blackness, I have the new experience, after 5 years in this apartment, of seeing the Campanile lit up. Before, I wasn’t even aware that I could lie in bed and look at it. Now, I see it glowing, from the darkness of my room as I fall asleep. In the morning, I wake up and look at the hills, the sun jetting through the trees. I’m elated, and yet, instantaneously, I have adapted to a life where I don’t have to use contact lens cleaners and wipe my glasses all the time. Lasik was so easy, painless, and so casual, being able to see perfectly. I go about my life and something I’ve always had to care for, and fiddle with, is no longer a thought. It’s like it’s always been this way, and yet, I catch myself for a second, several times a day, flashing on some contact lens care. And then I remember; I don’t have to do it anymore. It’s a small bit of freedom.
Imagine my shock at finding these two little ones in a trash pile!
Although they are/were strangers to me, I wanted to pick them up, clean them up, and find them a new home.
My daughter loved her cabbage patch dolls, and all the accessories that went with them, while she was young. I think she would have been as shocked as I was...
Sprite 35-II Camera
Reusable Plastic Film Camera
Optical Lens: 31mm, F=9 , 1 element
Focusing: Focus Free, 1m – ∞
Shutter Speed: Shutter 1 / 120s
Flash: Built-in Flash Push Switch – 15s recycle time View Finder: Field = 70%
Kodak Portra 800
Three trees located on the edge of a path through woodland. The light patches on the tree bark, the three trees standing guard, and the mysterious darker reaches in the background made this catch my eye as I was walking past.
So til i get my screen printing game back up, I decided to start doing some hand drawn patches...This one was the first and is on the back of my new flannel...will be doing some limited shirts of my band Wymyns Prysyn...and some more state laughter ones and just whatever...gonna add some more color to the next few...if you are interested in one get in touch...BOOZE VOID UP THE PUNKS!
Pan Am POED rumbles through Orange with a pair of ever-common GE C40-8's. What keeps these units interesting is the mismatched patch jobs each unit receives to hide its former CSX letters and logos. 7542 is no different. Slowly they'll be brought in for a full corporate paint job like the trailing 7635.
First patch for Super Awesome Craftster Embroidery Patch Swap! I hope it has a happy life in it's new home!
The 17th National Scout Jamboree took place July 16-August 4. My brother attended and my family visited him, like they did me five years ago. While we are part of NCAC, we traded a set of our patches for the Pike's Peak Council's Stargate patches. (Both council's sets were apparently pretty hot items.) I then traded for Atlantis and bought Destiny, a patch only available to Eagle scouts in their council (I got lucky), and so there were about only a hundred floating around amongst the 45,000 scouts and scouters.
The four Pike's Peak Council campsites also had Stargates as their gateways, such as this.
I was also able to score a Star Trek patch and Indiana Jones patch.
CP SQUARE #1:
I took a two day class in crazy patch embroidery August3, 2007 and have been addicted to this hobby ever since. Then I ran out of silk ribbon so ordered more from an ebay seller in Australia. I waited for the order for ages! Finally the package arrived with duplicate order as seller's computer had broken down. I still have LOTS of SRE to do, but realized my very first patch at CP is quite busy, my selecting too many pritned fabrics...oh well next project. I also made these squares too large. My next CP project HAS to be smaller.