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“Les gens simples, au contraire, sont des gens qui disent oui quand il faut dire oui, non quand il faut dire non, qui ouvrent leur parapluie quand il pleut (et qui ont un parapluie), et qui le referment dès que la pluie a cessé de choir. Les gens simples vont tout droit leur chemin, à moins qu’il n’y ait une barricade qui les contraigne à faire un détour. Voilà ce que c’est que les gens simples.” Alphonse Allais.
“Simple people, on the contrary, are people who say yes when they must say yes, no when they must say no, who open their umbrella when it is raining (and who have an umbrella), and who close it as soon as the rain stopped falling. Simple people go straight ahead their way, unless there is a barricade which forces them to make a detour. That is what are simple people.”
Paris, rue Steinkerque, March 2013 (diptych).
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Simple columnar epithelial tissue covers the villi (finger-like projections) of the intestinal lumen.
Knit dress from gifted fabric. Modified a lot from McCall's 9345. Blogged @ www.corinneas-chaos.blogspot.com
I purchased a second flash the other week off ebay and it finally arrived this afternoon. It's a Youngnuo YN560 cheap 580EX chinese clone, but seems to function quite well.
Simple offering to please the devine mother - seeds, pulses, few strands of grass, vermillion and some sweet meat - wish life was as simple
I like to make objects that are more than their functions, that have something intentional, something magical. I like to imagine that we can keep little treasures inside special pouches, like a secret of our own, like bringing a part of our childhood with us to our daily lives, our "simple happy things" .
These little patchwork drawstring bags were made with that purpose, but also in order to make the most of lots of small scraps of linen that deserved to be transformed into something, rather than being disposed.
Ref.: bl252
Re-Treasure Collection
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"Courtesy kills creativity"
The Simple Life?
A "road trip" for the Amish means more than taking a quick shower, racing to the dryer to pull out freshly cleaned clothes to wear and patting on some makeup before turning out the lights on your way out and turning the key to the engine - stopping briefly on your way out of town to gas up the car.
The horse has to be fed, watered, kept in shape, hooves shod, well trained and well behaved. Then you also have to do upkeep on the carriage and make sure any rotting or drying leather is repaired or replaced. Then you have to take the time to brush the horse to get off any loose dirt that can rub a sore into its withers or elsewhere when it is tacked up. You also have to know how the tack goes on and get it on securely but not too tight.
Your children are finally all fed and cleaned up and dressed - we won't even go into how long that took without electric or modern conveniences... just picture the clotheslines dotting the Amish country with handwashed clothes swaying in the breeze. You too, are finally ready to go, with your nice dress and bonnet.
That horse has to be kept steady when there is a semi truck riding too close behind or barreling down the road toward it head on. After all, you have precious cargo in that carriage... and no seat belts. No adjustable seats for you. No shocks to absorb the pavement - for you, your family or the horse.
How long does it take to drive into town when you average 5-8 mph? Try it sometime. They were at least 15 miles from the nearest small town in the direction they were headed. 2-1/2 hours in to town to do their business and pick up supplies and then 2-1/2 hours drive back home. Can you imagine how many times you might hear, "Are we there yet?"
They can't lock up the carriage when they are in town so they carry their purchases from store to store. Their horse is expected to stand patiently, while flies pester it. Then expected to get them safely back home. No cell phone to call anyone for help should they lose a wheel or the horse go lame. No, they don't just pull a car into the garage and forget it when they get home. They carefully remove the tack, brush out the horse and make sure it has plenty of hand raked hay and water for the night.... all before sitting down at their own supper.
And yet, it is a simpler life. Where you know what goes into cleaning your clothes, into the foods that you eat, how things work and how to appreciate what God gave you.
If you have a trip planned to Amish country, make sure you get up early one morning and go for a walk. When you hear the clop clop clop of the horse's hooves hitting the pavement, I hope it makes you think about the lives of the people and animals who live that way and I hope you appreciate all they have to offer.
There's nothing quite as rewarding as being among them and feeling that peace.
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