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Aiden knew that Fulgora's Eye was an exceedingly valuable treasure. He definitely knew that the small piece he'd broken off to sell was going to bring him a lot of money. However, he was not prepared for the vast amount of wealth that was being offered to him when Vincent reached out to the capitol's royally funded university on his behalf. By the end of negotiations (also with Vincent's help and guidance), Aiden had sold the small but sizable piece of Fulgora's Eye. He was richer than he could have ever imagined!
When he demanded incredulously to Vincent about what the Hell he was supposed to do with all that money, Vincent had to laugh. He actually offered to let Aiden store his wealth and extra Fulgora's Eye pieces in his office for safekeeping while he figured it all out. That way, he could also find a better alternative; perhaps the bank in his hometown or even the one here. By the end of the day, Aiden had kept a substantial amount to sustain himself on for a long while and put the rest (and his unused Fulgora's Eye) under lock and key in one of Vincent's safes. His generous captain had emptied it specifically for Aiden's use. Honestly, Vincent was just happy to see Aiden succeed and win in life and glad he could do something to help. He gently suggested that maybe this would be a good opportunity for Aiden to get the things he needed and had been putting off getting for himself...such as new clothes and tools; maybe something to spoil himself, too, because (according to Vincent) he deserved it.
That had been a week and a half ago.
Aiden had been sitting on the large sum of money this whole time. He kept it safely stowed away in his bolted down chest. It was as if it didn't exist...except that he kept going back and looking at it at least once a day. It was as if he were trying to convince himself that it was really there and his to do with as he pleased. He had more money saved than he knew what to do with and then some! Though, finally the time had come where he was starting to realize that it would be okay if he used some of his money.
So, finally, one morning after a hearty breakfast and dressing in a pair of fresh clothes, Aiden grabbed his money pouch then set off for a day on the town! Now that he'd been in the capital for about a month and a half, he had figured out where a lot of things were on his end of town near the docks. However, the shops and other places he wanted to visit were further into the city. He wanted to go shopping for tools of his trade, but first: wardrobe. He may as well get it out of the way! He had seen many nicer shops closer towards Vincent's part of town. He figured he'd start there since he was somewhat more familiar with that area.
Aiden wasn't really sure what he was looking for as he wandered these nicer city streets. There had been several book shops, furniture shops, and boutiques down this way. He'd even passed by the book shop from which he'd bought his present to Vincent! Though, nothing so far was sticking out at him. If he were being honest, he felt a little intimidated by most of it. He wasn't an avid reader nor did he need home goods. The boutiques didn't seem to have anything of interest and he certainly didn't need to visit a modiste! He'd seen at least three! Finally he did come across a tailor shop specifically for men but the mannequins on display's clothing looked expensive! It was today's most fashionable style and perhaps just a little more flashy than he'd seen Vincent wear when out and about on the town. Vincent HAD suggested Aiden treat himself some nicer wardrobe items. However, Aiden thought, while it was really interesting to see and look at, he couldn't get himself to go inside. He felt a little foolish imagining himself dressing nicer than his usual fare of someone of the working class.
By now, it was early afternoon and Aiden was starting to think he should grab some lunch then perhaps a carriage across town. While fashion was not his forte, tools and other crafts were. And he knew exactly where Craftsman Alley was! Maybe now that he was willing to spend some of his money, he could start putting some of his plans into action! When he'd shown Vincent his ideas for the Fulgora's Eye, he'd not had the money in his pocket. Now he did! That settled it! Lunch then Craftsman Alley! He could go clothes shopping another day! At least he went and looked, right? With that plan set in mind, Aiden turned and set off to find himself something to eat.
After a quick lunch of sweet yet tangy grilled chicken and vegetable skewers, Aiden started to head back towards the busier city square to try and find an available carriage. It was quite far to get to Craftsman Alley and he'd been walking all morning! It wasn't too busy this afternoon on the streets, though there were several people out and about. Maybe he would get lucky?
Aiden was walking up along a street, and as he did, he began to notice a lot of flyers posted up along the side wall of a large building. He slowed and glanced over and began to realize that many of them were advertisements of operas and plays; mostly old ones with new ones layered on top. Glancing around, he realized he had to be by a theater! And sure enough as he walked around the corner there was the entrance with several other flyers and posters up! He slowly moved around the corner so as not to startle the nicely dressed lady standing very close by. She happened to also be admiring the flyers. Aiden cleared his throat softly and tried not to startle her. Then he politely went to move around her with a small, "Pardon me, Miss."
The young woman turned her gaze towards Aiden as he caught her attention. With a polite smile, she stepped more off to the side and replied, "Oh no, excuse me. I didn't realize I was blocking your path."
"Not at all!"
Aiden glanced back to give a reassuring smile with full intent to keep going on about his way and look at the other posters. But then he found himself pausing a little sooner than he'd planned. She seemed strikingly familiar! Bernadette? Wait, no...it couldn't be!
He paused and turned once he was a few steps away, gazing covertly up at the poster nearby. A few seconds later he glanced back at her while trying to be sneaky about it. No, he realized, it definitely wasn't her. While her face may have resembled Bernadette, from this angle he could see she didn't have Bernadette's generously curvaceous figure nor fiery red hair. Instead she had dark, raven hair and a more slender shape to her.
Though awkwardly for Aiden, she noticed Aiden staring. Her smile faded as she glanced his way. He suddenly blushed in embarrassment as she asked a touch cautiously, "Can I help you, Sir?"
"My apologies for staring, Miss!" he told her sincerely and waved his hands in apology. "You just look like someone I know and I thought you might have been her." The young woman turned bodily to face him as she considered him for a moment before shaking her head.
"Ah no, I'm fairly certain we've never met."
"Right. I'm sorry to have disturbed you."
They smiled at each other amiably then went back to looking up at the flyers up on the wall. Aiden quickly finished observing everything before deciding to bid the young lady a good day. Though when he glanced over he saw she was smiling softly to herself as she read over some showtimes for a play currently being performed this week. He glanced up to see what she was looking at then grinned a bit and asked her casually, "Have you seen it before?"
"Hm?" she responded, blinking and glancing back at him then back to the showtimes. Then she laughed softly. "Oh, the play? I have!" Aiden smiled and said cheerfully, "I have once! Though I haven't had many opportunities to see many plays." The young lady smiled and encouraged him, "This troupe is worth seeing. They often host traveling ballets and operas as well. Oh!"
One of the workers had come out with a brand new poster and gruffly excused himself for getting in their way. Both Aiden and the lady moved out of the way and watched curiously as the new opera singer's poster was put up. And as soon as she caught sight of it, the young lady gasped and a smile lit up across her lovely face.
"Camille Callas! Vincent needs to see this! Ah, speak of the Devil..."
Aiden glanced over his shoulder as she waved to someone behind him. And much to his surprise, the very 'Vincent' she was speaking of turned out to be none other than his very own captain! Vincent was dressed nicely and not like his usual traveling self. Instead he was dressed much in style like the young lady and those suits Aiden had seen at the tailor's. And now that all signs of bruises and cuts were gone? Aiden couldn't help but think how handsome Vincent was....and how underdressed and out of place he felt in comparison. It was hard to remember that sometimes Vincent was a part of high society. Though, logically, Aiden knew Vincent didn't like it. He hadn't forgotten how much Vincent had complained the day he told Damien and him that he'd have to go to the ball. But seeing his captain like this sure made it hard to remember that...
And to make matters worse, Aiden couldn't help the knot that began to form in his stomach as his new acquaintance smiled beautifully and extended her arm out for Vincent to join her at her side. She greeted him warmly, "Welcome back, dearest. Did you find what you were looking for?"
Vincent's eyes had widened in surprise momentarily when he saw both Aiden and the young lady together. How the Hell did they know each other?! Or was this just a chance meeting? He cleared his throat a touch nervously and returned her warm smile as he joined her side.
"I did. Thank you for waiting for me," Vincent responded with gratitude. She grinned with a soft, "Of course." She didn't hesitate to gently wind her arm around his in a comfortable manner.
Vincent finally glanced at Aiden and quirked his brow with a small smirk. Then he asked with a small chuckle, "Are you SURE you're not stalking me?" Aiden couldn't help but laugh as he was accused once again of stalking Vincent!
"I'm not!" he insisted but Vincent made him laugh more by teasing, "I'm starting to question that!" Vincent felt a gentle squeeze on his arm and he glanced at the woman who was gazing up at him with a curious, quirked brow. He knew what she was wanting. He chuckled once again as he began introductions and Aiden settled from his laughter.
"My apologies," Vincent began. "This is my friend Aiden Anderson; the one I told you about aboard the ship."
"Oh, I see!" the young woman exclaimed softly with a smile as it suddenly clicked for her. Yet Aiden had no idea who she was! They were obviously VERY familiar with each other. Aiden tried not to jump to conclusions but he couldn't help it! Maybe she was Vincent's lady-friend. He did seem a little nervous upon approaching and introducing them, hadn't he?
"Aiden, let me introduce you to my eldest cousin and closest friend: Missus Abigail Watson."
Cousin...? Oh. Oh! Aiden grinned and gently took her hand in greeting as he took the liberty to really look at her. Now that Aiden was staring at them side by side it made perfect sense why he had thought she resembled Bernadette. She clearly had to be Bernadette's sister! Aiden felt silly for not realizing it sooner! Her sea colored eyes were shared by both her sister and cousin though her raven colored hair matched Vincent's. It was obvious now! That knot that had begun forming began to ease as he realized that Vincent really didn't have a lady-friend after all! Instead, he began to feel butterflies. He was meeting more of the Dubois family!
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Please, call me Abigail," Abigail told Aiden with a different kind of smile; one more grateful as he squeezed his hand. "I cannot put how I feel into words but....thank you for everything you have done for my cousin these past few weeks." Aiden blushed as he glanced back towards Vincent who had a soft rosy hint of color on his cheeks as well. Vincent's blush only darkened and his heart skipped a beat as Aiden responded to Abigail while still gazing at him, "Vincent is my best friend and my captain." Aiden's gaze slowly shifted back to her as he smiled and added, "And the pleasure is mine."
Once Aiden released her hand, she brought her hand to rest over Vincent's arm as she explained to her cousin, "We've been talking for the last couple of minutes about the theater. And look, Vincent! Camille Callas!" Vincent glanced past her to view the poster as her gaze instead shifted back towards Aiden. Ever since Vincent had joined them, she'd noticed the young man's eyes had hardly deviated from her dashing cousin...
"Well then, we'll have to make plans to come back to see her perform!" Vincent promised his cousin as she smiled in gratitude. She watched as his attention returned back to the young man beside them.
"So how are you, Aiden? What are you up to today?"
Beside him, Abigail smirked a tiny bit and shook her head and simply leaned against Vincent's side and let him talk to his friend and keenly observed their conversation.
"I'm doing fine," Aiden assured him. "I went shopping around like you suggested and I'm planning to go to Craftsman Alley next to do some shopping there. I've got a few new ideas I want to try."
"I'm not surprised! I look forward to seeing what you come up with next."
"Really?"
"Really. We'll need to get together again very soon so you can show me what you've been working on and what new ideas you have."
"I'd...I'd like that."
"Aiden," Abigail spoke up in the adorably awkward silence that followed, "how would you like to join the family for dinner tomorrow evening?" Vincent blinked and looked at his cousin in surprise. Then he went a deep shade of red as she added, "After all the wonderful things we've heard about you from Vincent, I'm sure everyone would be happy to meet you."
Vincent turned his burning face away from them; he was unable to form any sort of language as he tried to wrap his head around that she'd actually said that! Beside him, his cousin smiled at Aiden as if Vincent's adorable embarrassment weren't even happening.
Aiden was now a deep shade of red as well. Wow, this was big! He was being invited to meet Vincent's family! Had Vincent really talked about him that much? He glanced over at the obviously embarrassed Vincent then back to Abigail. "Are you sure it would be okay?"
"Absolutely," she replied with a confident smile as she ignored Vincent's tiny, pleading groan beside her. "Mama won't mind one bit and I know Bernie would be pleased to see you again. It's been a while since we've had guests over, besides Vincent. Weekend dinners are always extra special. Unfortunately, you won't be able to meet Papa yet, but please say you'll be there?"
"Well when you put it like that, how could I refuse?"
Vincent stood there helplessly as Abigail and Aiden began making arrangements without him. And, very quickly, it was done. Aiden was to meet with Vincent at his flat then travel to the Dubois house together. Vincent wasn't quite sure how this all happened, but here it was happening anyway!
The next thing he knew, he was bidding Aiden farewell until the morrow. And while this had all been utterly embarrassing, he couldn't help but feel pleased. Abigail took such a liking to Aiden that she wanted to invite him over for a weekend meal right away.
And as Vincent watched Aiden's departing backside, he felt Abigail very gently squeeze his arm and murmur suggestively, "He's rather easy on the eyes, don't you think?" Vincent quirked his brow at her then demanded, "Easy on the eyes? Bloody Hell, Abby! You realize I'm going to have to be there for the sole purpose of protecting him from Charlotte, right?"
"Oh?" she inquired with a small, amused smirk. "I would have thought a gentleman such as yourself would have been more concerned for the young Miss."
"No," he insisted firmly, "I'm certain it is Aiden who will need protection."
As he began to escort her towards the tea shop where they had planned their afternoon together, Abigail laughed softly. She had to concur with his sentiment! She was looking forward to this. Admittedly, she found herself becoming invested in seeing how tomorrow would play out.
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This scene was taken in Second Life at Victorian London - Time Portal! When you first land, head down the main road and just as you come to the main city square, look to the right and you'll see the theater in this scene!
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Absolutely no connection but when I look at this photo the classic country tune by Canada's country crooner Hank Snow buzzes in my head. His 1957 classic "I'm Moving On".
This is not the shot I wanted to keep. A half block up I had him in full view and at the wrong moment a pedestrian stepped in between him and my camera. He was gong down hill on Powell Street and not wasting any time. I wonder where the rest of his bicycle is if he does have a rest of a bicycle?
A three-unit set of Irish Rail 23000 series Diesel Multiple Unit cars were awaiting their next assignment in Cork.
[ You can dance in a hurricane, but only if you're standing in the eye. ]
It's been 21 days since I've been "home". I only put home in quotes, because I'm still trying to figure out exactly where "home" is. Over the summer, it was with the wind in North Dakota, with old friends that got hugs for the first time in Minnesota, with my late uncle all the way through Montana - the state that he loved so much, and I finally got to see why.
Home was in bed on a Saturday morning with an old friend in Colorado, feeling safe and like the last 4 weeks were just a joke, and the last 7.5 years were just a blink of an eye.
I've been trying to figure out how much I want to put into these notes, but I figure, fuck it. It's been awhile since I've posted to my 365 project, and - I hope - in a few years, this weird recollection of the past summer, will prove helpful.
::takes deep breath::
So here goes.
We broke up on Saturday, July 14th. Nothing - I mean, nothing - was weird, besides the same old nonsense that was always hanging over our heads, a random comment about parental love on Friday night, and you backing away from a good morning kiss on Saturday morning (I thought you hadn't brushed your teeth, but I should have known. You got up before me. Which - quite literally - never happened.).
We had to leave in 20 minutes, and I still had to shower, but I was yammering on and on about how we could really come back from Chicago that night, and not stay over with friends, and how great it would be to spend a quiet Saturday night at home (I had just returned from a week-long business trip in NYC). You weren't saying much, but you were also in our bedroom, getting dressed.
Turns out, you weren't getting dressed, but I'd assume, you were trying to think of how to say what you wanted to say. It didn't come across very clearly, and I wasn't even sure you meant what I thought you meant.
For some, "I don't think we should go to Chicago at all," is a simple, "let's not go". However, in that moment? That was it. Regardless of how you meant it, it pushed me over the edge. I was done, and just needed that one more little shove.
From that moment forward, I was not going to let you see me cry (I'd done enough of that over the past 2 years), I was done talking, and I just needed to focus on packing enough clothes, grabbing my computer and journal, and going to the 17 apartment viewings that we had (I had) set up over the next 2 days.
Leaving my engagement ring on the table was the real test, right? I figured, if you didn't mean "let's not go" as a break up, you'd go after me. You'd show some level of "stop, don't go, I love you, we can't leave things like this". As it was, I had sacrificed a lot - financially, emotionally, even physically - to get us to where we were (literally and figuratively), and thought you might have a little more to say besides the fact that "this was hard for you, too".
Funnily enough, after that sentence, if I wasn't done before? Man, oh man, was I done then. It seemed like everything that I had been trying to communicate over the past 2 years, was thrown back at me in that "ha ha you totally failed and this is what you get" kind of way.
I cried, but from that point forward, I was more relieved than anything else. I know that sounds terrible, but it was like I had a relative that was really sick, who was trying so hard to enjoy whatever life they had left, and when they finally passed? And weren't suffering anymore? Yep, that kind of relief.
The whole ordeal is still sad, but there are certain dark clouds that aren't looming over my head anymore. It's fantastic and real and hurts sometimes and blindsides me on random days when I realize I'm going grocery shopping for one person and not two.
Exactly 7 days after we broke up, it was July 21st. I had separated all of our belongings, scheduled movers that were able to move me out of state on very short notice, found a house (a house!) to rent in Chicago, and packed my belongings into 47 taped shut boxes.
I barely slept that week, admittedly drank a fair amount of wine, lived off of the hot food bar at Whole Foods, and did the barest of the bare minimums when it came to work. I didn't take any time off because I wanted to keep busy, and not dwell. Crumbling was not in the cards.
But, everything got done. At one point, I was taking each day one hour at a time. Saying to myself, "Ok, Ali, this hour? You're going to drink tea and answer work emails. Don't worry about the next hour, it's going to be okay, and for THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T WORRY ABOUT ONLINE DATING YET." And you know what? That - and some very special friends that didn't leave my side - helped.
The further along I get into this, the most hesitant I get about sharing it. So I'm just going to end things right here, before I get cold feet, and dive in.
I have a few days to get to the official day 1, but let's dive right in...because today? I was thankful for friends that dealt with my tears today, the man at the front desk of the hotel that got me a glass of champagne and didn't bat an eye when I answered him through tears, Lyfe Kitchen, the cop sitting next to me for not asking about my puffy eyes, and Chicago at night, for being pretty freaking cathartic.
We have different orientations…
Let's get oriented; put some context in the frame. My feet are on the Adaminaby Beds. They are uniformly boring, Ordovician in age and not my first choice. But I have to stand on something. Yes, I know Adaminaby is in the mountains and we are by the sea. This is part of why this lithology is dull — it's everywhere.
Little blips on the watery horizon are made by the Three Brothers Rocks. Here they resolve according to their name instead of coalesced into one blob as they did behind the yellow thing, with barnacles. See them like this and you know where you are.
I can't go further south on Baragoot Beach. Over the headland behind me is Cuttagee. I'm not wandering aimlessly; I'm anchored in the scenery; there are pointers. Some call them songlines. It's complicated. We think differently about the same thing.
Away on the left horizon is the unmistakable profile of Drom — Mount Dromedary — Gulaga. I had a profane interest in that mountain. Others call it sacred — because we think differently; for want of words.
Reading the terrain is a habit. If we could acknowledge our subordination we'd understand — in most cases and for much of our history — it has guided our feet, controlled our ambitions. For all peoples, it's no different.
When we see the big picture, the deep time, then being on country, that different orientation, is more together then apart, both sacred and profane.
Now it might seem simple to retrace my steps along this beach. Broaden your vision to a time when everyone walked everywhere and the sacred nature of things like Gulaga — country's signposts — put in context, can be understood.
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Put the final touches to this BMW demonstrator X5 F15 NHS RRV using one of 2dmodels white Paragon base models. This particular vehicle ended up as a private ambulance after it was sold off by BMW. The reflective decals are also by 2dmodels but all the lettering, the red window decals and the lower side door ones are all done and printed at home. Light bar and the RHD(still to be fitted) are also from the ever reliable 2dmodels.
Loc 1763 rijdt hier weg vanaf station Putten richting Zwolle. Gelijk aan het einde van het perron kruist het spoor de Stationsstraat, en op de foto rijdt de loc net de overweg op. In de achtergrond Cafe De Oude Deel, wat vroeger het stationskoffiehuis was. Veel reizigers die nog even op de trein moeten wachten nemen hier wat te drinken of halen een patatje of een ijsje in het aangrenzende cafetaria.
Put this dress on after taking other photos, I felt good wearing it with these tights so added the pictures. What do you think?
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Put the Shot
Scottish Highland Games historians believe the shot put originated from the ancient Celtic tradition of "putting the stone" which, according to Scottish folklore, was used by Clan chieftains to help them identify their strongest men for battle purposes. The earliest documented evidence of the tradition can be found in an Irish book titled the "Book of Leinster," which was written in the 12th century and describes the events of the Tailteann Games held in County Meath. One of the events included is stone throwing, but how much further back in history the tradition stretches remains unproven.
I still see your coat hangin on the door
Never let anybody, put one there before
My pillows got your head printed it on it
Baby, of all the guys, you were my favorite (You we’re my favorite)
Don’t ask, me why (Me why)
I just can’t, say good-bye (Say good-bye)
Not not, tonight (Tonight)
No, I just can’t say it (Say it)
Cause I’m gonna hold on, yeah I’m gonna hold on
Baby, got to keep holdin’ on to what we have
Cause I don’t wanna move on, so we got to hold on
But baby, because you and me are sinkin’ like Quicksand (Like Quicksand)
(Like-like-like) Like Quicksand
(Like-like-like) Like Quicksand
(Like-like-like) But baby, because-you and me are sinkin’ like Quicksand
(Like-like-like) Like Quicksand
(Like-like-like) Baby, like Quicksand
(Like-like-like) But baby, because-you and me are sinkin’ like Quicksand
You came along, I didn’t know love (Know love)
But now I know, but sometimes its just not enough (It’s just not enough)
I hear your footsteps in my corridor, but it is just my heart
It’s pounding like before (It’s pounding like before)
Wish I, could try (Could try)
But I just can’t, say good-bye (I just can’t say good-bye)
No not, tonight (Tonight)
No I just can’t say it (I just can’t say it!)
Cause I’m gonna hold on, yeah I’m gonna hold on
Baby, got to keep holdin’ on to what we have (Gotta keep holdin’ on to what we have)
Cause I don’t wanna move on, so we got to hold on (So we gotta hold on)
But baby, because you and me are sinkin’ like Quicksand (Sinkin’ like Quicksand)
(Like-like-like) Like Quicksand
(Like-like-like) Like Quicksand
(Like-like-like) But baby, because you and me are sinkin’ like Quicksand
(Like-like-like) Like Quicksand
(Like-like-like) Baby, like Quicksand
(Like-like-like) But baby, because-you and me are sinkin’ like Quicksand
Cause the ground is breaking, I can feel it shaking
Wish it was that easy, but it’s not that easy
Gotta hold my hands out, gotta keep my head up
Gotta keep on breathin’, baby even if we’re sinkin’
Even If we’re sinkin’
Baby, even If we’re sinkin’ (Sinkin’)
Even if we are sinkin’ (Sinkin’)
Cause I just-just, gotta-gotta (I just-just, gotta-gotta!)
Hold
Cause I’m gonna hold on, yeah I’m gonna hold on
Baby, got to keep holdin’ on, to what we have
Cause I don’t wanna move on, so we got to hold on (Hold on!)
But baby, because-you and me are skin’ like Quicksand
(Gotta, gotta hold on)
We got it like we wanna, we don’t even need to be so strong
Only you and me, we need to hold on and hold on
Oh we got it like we wanna, we don’t even need to be so strong
Only you and me, we need to hold on and hold on
Hold on, and hold on
And hold on, and hold on (Baby, because-you and me are sinkin’ like Quicksand)
(Oh, oh, oh) And hold on (Hold on)
And hold on (And hold on)
And hold on (And hold on)
Baby, because you and me are sinkin’ like Quicksand (Hold on, and hold on)
And hold on (Hold on)
And hold on (And hold on)
And hold on (And hold on)
Baby, because-you and me are sinkin’ like Quicksand (Hold on, and hold on)
blend para raul espero le agrade
saludos a todos
Finally put my circle blocks into a quilt top. It took a bit of work, but love the outcome f the different blocks and techniques used to make it. Thanks to a great 2014 Hive!
Now to figure out a back and how I will quilt it.
Here is a photo illustration that I put together using my bear at the zoo photo from a few weeks back and wondering what the bear at the zoo
does after the visitors leave. I think this one is off of its diet !!
This one is dedicated to my Flickr friend Atlantys. If you look at the bears
hat, the logo is a fictional one I made up to make it look like the bear also enjoys eating at Atlantys's Seafood Restaurant ! =)) Everybody would !!
Check out her photos if you have time:
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or check out some of the great seafood dishes she makes !!! I like to joke with her about when she will open the restaurant ! LOL !
Here is a seafood example !
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Enjoy ! And have a good week !
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amazing from every view, I love the front side same as the back and backlit as well! that's why i didn't want to make a pillow from it, but instead I will try to find some suitable plexiglass to put it inside to all aspects of it be visible...
one of the original projects published in Shadowfolds book of Jeff Rutzky and Chris Palmer, my biggest shadowfold project till now
made on 50 cm square of blue lining fabric, not the best choice for shadowfolds but it was part of experiment :) ... after it was cut to obtain circle as you see it on pictures, final size is 27 cm (diameter)
the size was quite small and fabric quite light and wobbly, ironing was especially difficult, and you can see a lot of imperfections in detail, but i like overall view and feeling from this piece
started before Christmas and finished during winter holiday in Slovakia
Jeff managed to copy the pattern to the fabric, my thanks goes to him :)
DADDY: "No birthday celebration is complete without a birthday candle to blow out." *Daddy puts a candle into the top of Paddington's birthday cake and lights it carefully.* "Now let's all sing Paddington a very happy birthday!"
SCOUT, COUSIN PADDINGTON, BOGART, JAGO, DAISY-MAUD, ROSIE, BERTIE, ALGIE, DANNY BOY, ORSON, CORNELIA, EMMETT, FREDDY, SAPPHIRE, PEARL, FLOCK, PRINCE MAURICE, DUCKIE, CHIPPY and DADDY: "Happy Birthday to you!"
CABBAGE and LETTUCE: "Woof!"
SCOUT, COUSIN PADDINGTON, BOGART, JAGO, DAISY-MAUD, ROSIE, BERTIE, ALGIE, DANNY BOY, ORSON, CORNELIA, EMMETT, FREDDY, SAPPHIRE, PEARL, FLOCK, PRINCE MAURICE, DUCKIE, CHIPPY and DADDY: "Happy Birthday to you!"
CABBAGE and LETTUCE: "Woof!"
SCOUT, COUSIN PADDINGTON, BOGART, JAGO, DAISY-MAUD, ROSIE, BERTIE, ALGIE, DANNY BOY, ORSON, CORNELIA, EMMETT, FREDDY, SAPPHIRE, PEARL, FLOCK, PRINCE MAURICE, DUCKIE, CHIPPY and DADDY: "Happy Birthday dear Paddy!"
CABBAGE and LETTUCE: "Woof! Woof!"
SCOUT, COUSIN PADDINGTON, BOGART, JAGO, DAISY-MAUD, ROSIE, BERTIE, ALGIE, DANNY BOY, ORSON, CORNELIA, EMMETT, FREDDY, SAPPHIRE, PEARL, FLOCK, PRINCE MAURICE, DUCKIE, CHIPPY and DADDY: "Happy Birthday to you!"
DADDY: "Now make a wish Paddy and blow out the candle!"
*Celebratory applause, cheering and barking arises from the party guests as Paddy prepares to blow out the candle on his cake.*
PADDY: "Hullo everyone! Do you know what? Bears have two birthdays. Do you know what else? Today is one of my birthdays! And do you know what else? Today is my Daddy's birthday too! Isn't that a wonderful coincidence! Now Scout and I are not allowed to use the oven for fear of singeing our plush fur, so even though it is his birthday, Daddy has been so kind and has baked me a birthday cake! It is a lemon cake made with fresh organic lemons he was given, and topped with home made cream cheese icing. Grumby tummy Daddy! Grumbly tummy!" * Rubs tummy vigorously. "Isn't Daddy nice to do that just for me? I can't eat that cake all by myself, even with a grumbly tummy, so I am having a birthday party. I have invited Scout and Daddy of course. I've also asked Cousin Paddington Bogart, Rosie, Jago, Daisy-Maud, Orson, Cornelia, Emmett, Bertie, Danny Boy, Algie, Freddy the fox, little bears Sapphire, Pearl and Flock, Prince Maurice Prince of the Maileg Mice, my pug dog Cabbage, his little sister Lettuce and Duckie to come along, and also Chippy the monkey who lives in the front room. I know that everyone who I've asked to come will enjoy the occasion!
If today is your birthday too, I'd like to wish you a very happy birthday full of big little bear hugs and snuffly birthday kisses. Even if it isn't, I'd like to wish you a very happy day full of big little bear hugs and snuffly kisses. Would you like some cake too?"
This beautiful nursery pantomime nursery dinner set was made in England by the Shell China Company in the 1920s. It features six cups, saucers and plates as well as a teapot, milk jug, sugar bowl, platter, sandwich plate, a lidded soup tureen on its own dish and a gravy or cream jug on its own dish. Each piece is gilt edged and decorated and feature different faerie tales including: "The Queen of Hearts", "To Market, to Market to Buy a Fat Pig", "There was a Little Man who had a Little Gun", "Jack and Jill", "Goosey, Goosey Gander", "Sing a Song of Sixpence" and "Ride a Cock Horse" amongst others. The set I acquired from England, and it is a sister set to a 1930s Shell China Company faerie tale tea set. This set was given as a gift some years ago by a close friend who knows I collect nursery ware and children's tea sets. There are also doll (bear) sized tea spoons which are sterling silver salt spoons, and the spoon in the "Ride a Cock Horse to Bunbury Cross" sugar bowl is an Eighteenth Century mustard spoon and is sterling silver. Their dessert spoons are sterling silver coffee spoons made by James Dixon and Sons in London in 1921.
My Paddington Bear came to live with me in London when I was two years old (many, many years ago). He was hand made by my Great Aunt and he has a chocolate coloured felt hat, the brim of which had to be pinned up by a safety pin to stop it getting in his eyes. The collar of his mackintosh is made of the same felt. He wears wellington boots made from the same red leather used to make the toggles on his mackintosh.
He has travelled with me across the world and he and I have had many adventures together over the years. He is a very precious member of my small family.
Scout was a gift to Paddy from my friend. He is a Fair Trade Bear hand knitted in Africa. His name comes from the shop my friend found him in: Scout House. He tells me that life was very different where he came from, and Paddy is helping introduce him to many new experiences. Scout catches on quickly, and has proven to be a cheeky, but very lovable member of our closely knit family.
Rosie is Scout's cousin, because like Scout, she is a free trade knitted bear from Africa. She was made in Kenya by one of the Kenana Knitters, Martha Wanjira. She is made from home spun and dyed wool. She was a gift to me from two very dear friends, including the one who gave Scout to Paddy.
Bogart has travelled all the way from Georgia, via Alabama as a gift to me from a friend. He has lovely Southern manners and seems to be a fun and gentle soul with an inquisitive nature.
Jago was a gift from a dear friend in England. He is made of English mohair with suede paw pads and glass eyes. He is a gentle bear, kind and patient who carries an air of calm about him. He is already fitting in with everyone else very nicely.
Travelling all the way from London, Cousin Paddington was caught in transit thanks to the Coronavirus pandemic, so it looks like he is stopping with us for a long while. That makes me happy, as the more I look into his happy, smiling face, the more attached I am becoming to him.
Freddy Fox is made by Merrythought in England. I bought him, of all places, from a men’s accessory shop in Melbourne’s Block Arcade, called Mr. Wares. Freddy Fox is made of English Mohair with felt paws and glass bead eyes. He has so much charm and charisma that already he is winning hearts with anyone whom he meets, and he is kind and sweet, which makes him an ideal member of our family.
Daisy Maud is Jago's little sister and was made by the same friend in England who made him. She is made of German mohair with floral fabric cotton paw pads that match her pretty sunhat, and glass eyes. A sweet and loving little girl bear, she is happy to be reunited with her big brother, Jago, and enjoys being spoiled by her new Daddy.
Orson, named after the little bear constellation, was made by the same friend who made Jago and Daisy-Maud. He comes ready dressed in 'trousers' made of German mohair accessorised with embroidered braces. His paws are ultra suede and his eyes are glass. He is described as being a little bit serious minded but very friendly. He's fine once he gets to know you.
Danny Boy, made by the same friend who made Jago, Daisy-Maud and Orson, has a touch of the 'Oirish' in him with his emerald green scarf. He has an open mouth as he likes to sing and comes with his own songbook, "Irish Airs for Teddy Bears". He has a wobbly head to give him animation when he's talking to you, and is made of English mohair, has paws of ultra suede and eyes of glass. Quite a happy-go-lucky little character....
Algie is made by the same friend who made Jago, Daisy-Maud, Orson and Danny Boy. He is is made of sparse English mohair, has paws of ultra suede and eyes of glass. A very adventurous little boy, he loves to climb and sit on top of gates, edges of tables and chairs. He adore climbing trees, and will cheekily sit there with crossed legs. He's very friendly and he loves adventures of any kind.
Made by Merrythought in England, Emmett is a charming little bear, sweet and smiling, crafted from multi-tonal marl grey mohair and featuring golden velvet paws. He is accessorised with a classic tartan woollen scarf. He is number 23 or a limited worldwide edition of 200.
Duckie I saw when I was at a Sunday market on a stall of homemade knitted and crocheted items. She caught my eye straight away with her happy, smiley face and bright colours. I think she finds life with my bears intriguing and perhaps a little confusing, however she is learning.
Bertie came to live with me on Christmas Day 2022. He was a gift from a very dear friend. He is vintage and is hand knitted with soft red dioxide wool and has chocolate brown felt pads on his paws. He has shiny black bead eyes and has his own very smart tartan bow. He tells me that he was living in an antique shop for quite a while, just looking for his forever home, which now he feels that he has. Bertie is very soft and loves cuddles, and whilst perhaps not as forthcoming as some of my other bears due to his shyness, he is very loving and caring and gives big little bear hugs and snuffly kisses beautifully.
Chippy the monkey came to live with me when I was four. His name is derived from his innards, which are broken chips of hazelnut shells. He was made in America some time in the mid Twentieth Century. He features beautiful brown glass eyes, a felt face, hands and feet. He was given to me by one of my Grandfather's friends who worked in a small high street toy shop which sold a mixture of new, vintage and antique toys. Chippy was vintage at the time, and had been well loved prior, so with a few holes, some worn plush and patches, he was too worn to be sold, but my family friend knew that my gentle nature and respect for my toys meant he could find a new home with me for a long time. All these decades later, she was proven right, for he still lives with me; a bit more loved, a bit more worn and with a few more patches. He also has some red chalk marks on his right hand which I remember putting on him by accident when I was six! He wanted to draw a rose on my chalkboard and I helped him do it!
Pearl and Sapphire are both little Russ Bears, and Flock a vintage posable bear who all arrived on Christmas Day 2023. They travelled from Mama Kim's house in Alabama all the way here. Both are sweet little bears who are tenacious and cheeky, but full of love and snuffly kisses most of all.
Prince Maurice is a Maileg mouse, given to me as a birthday gift by my two goddaughters. Maileg (pronounced My’lye) is a brand of charming Danish-designed toys created to inspire children’s favorite playtime stories. By bringing storybook whimsy to everyday moments, Maileg toys help children (large ones and small) explore the pure and simple wonder of imagination. Beloved for their heartwarming personalities, Maileg toys show playfulness and charm in every last detail. Theirs is a timeless world filled with beautiful accessories and settings.
Cabbage is Paddy's Pug Dog. He was a gift to Paddy from a friend who also likes Pugs. He is fiercely loyal to Paddy, Scout, Cousin Paddington and Bogart, but seldom stays around long enough to have his picture taken, as there are always new adventures to sniff out.
Lettuce was a present from my two goddaughters to me to keep Cabbage company. My eldest Goddaughter, Polly, wisely suggested the name Lettuce since we already have Cabbage. She is very soft and sweet natured. She likes cuddles and warm laps a lot and like her older brother Cabbage she likes to sniff out adventures.
Put your hand on a hot stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with a pretty girl for an hour, and it seems like a minute.
~ Albert Einstein