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My fave color. :o)
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Smile on Saturday, crazy couples.
Great little thread catchers to have near a sewing machine or craft area. I made these in hopes of having a few less threads hanging onto me.
It was nestled inside of an unsightly sewing bag that was falling apart at the seams: thick, soft cotton thread perfect for the tatting of handmade lace. Tucked among the threads was an old receipt dated 1929. But more amazingly, I found a piece of tatting, a project started and then stopped 80 years ago.
I wondered who had tatted that beginning of lace. Was it a young bride–to-be, eagerly creating pieces that would be sewn to her wedding gown? Was it a new mother who wanted to add a special touch to the christening gown of her tiny baby? Or was it a grandmother beginning a lace collar for her favorite granddaughter?
And then the question begged to be asked: why did she stop? And that, my friends, is another story for another time.
Please take a look large and on black: View On Black
Textures by www.flickr.com/photos/hanne_exurban/sets/72157622112724335/
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Small treasures.
Most of these are wooden spools. My favourite is the small spool of "service khaki", it's only an inch high.
📟 : 114 to Mill Hill Broadway
🚍 : VWH2186 - LK16DGX
🏢 : Uxbridge (UX)
Ⓜ️ : Volvo B5LH Gemini 3
VWH2186 seen at The Old Dairy in South Ruislip as it navigates the tight streets as it heads to Mill Hill Broadway from Ruislip operating route 114.
HMM... the theme for today, 1019, is string and this is another of the possibilities of the ones i captured.
"macro mondays" string possibility
For a project for Caturah.
The process of making has been good for me. I like putting single elements together into a useful whole.
While I was waiting on a hummingbird this guy was collecting water from a nearby puddle and I just happened to catch him in flight.
Brass screw. Illumination by light table from below. Blue paper on top for the color accent. Focus stacking, 180 shots, stepping 1. Focus stacking in Helicon Focus method C/1. Postprocessing in LR (but very little except removing dust)
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i had this idea when I was brainstorming last night, didn't really come out as planned, but that's okay. school tomorrow, i'm excited. the more days I go, the more days till summer.
help me pick which photography class to take, film or digital?
thank you julianne (between two lungs) for the testimonial!
Spools of thread, cards with trim or bias tape and bits of lace totally remind me of my childhood. My mother always sewed all my clothes and I didn't wear a 'store bought' dress until I was old enough to have a part-time job and buy my own.
Mum was an excellent seamstress and could make the most complicated patterns. When I was in high school and all the other girls were beginning to dress like hippies I was the one kitted out in tweed suits sewn from Vogue patterns that made me look like Angela Lansbury from Murder She Wrote. I even had jackets with bound buttonholes. I betcha there is hardly anyone reading this who is familiar with a bound buttonhole but take it from me it's very complicated sewing.
Do you think I was happy wearing these designer clothes? Not even a bit....it was horrifying...it was humiliating.....it was persecution. :-D I wanted to be like all the other girls and wear cheap stuff off the rack. This caused no end of consternation in our household resulting in tears, harsh words, foot stomping and pouting but I still had to wear those remarkably well made clothes.
One of my greatest liberating triumphs came when my mother made my coat for school. It was a dressy knee length coat with a lovely weave in powder blue. It was an old lady coat. There wasn't a day that went by that this ungrateful daughter didn't complain about her embarrassing coat so finally my mother said she would dye it navy blue if it would make me happier about it. It seemed a compromise I could live with.
So Mum set about dying the coat and when she was done it had shrunk to the size of something only a five year old could wear.
I was overjoyed.
She was dismayed.
It was vindication.
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Brooklyn Bridge Park's newest sections are now open to the public.
The Manhattan Bridge's Brooklyn-side tower framing out 1 WTC in the eye of a needle.
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This was taken in the flower garden at Pineland Farm in New Gloucester, Maine.
Thread-waisted wasp, (subfamily Sphecinae), any of a group of large, common, solitary (nonsocial) wasps in the family Sphecidae (order Hymenoptera) that are named for the stalklike anterior (front) end of the abdomen. Thread-waisted wasps are typically more than 2.5 cm (about 1 inch) long and are parasitic on insects and spiders. The host is often numbed by malaxation, a pinching or crushing of the neck by the wasp’s pincerlike jaws, and paralyzed by the wasp’s sting. The wasp places the host’s body in a mud cell and lays an egg on it. Upon hatching, the larva consumes the host.[Encyclopedia Britannica]
“There's a thread that binds all of us together, pull one end of the thread, the strain is felt all down the line”
~ Rosamund Marshall
My box of thread for a project I just finished. I always wait until the piece comes back from the dry cleaners before I put the thread away. You never know if you'll have to restitch something after it's been cleaned and pressed so I leave the thread in my little project box. Once I've inspected the piece, I put the bobbins back and start hunting for a new project to occupy my time.