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Just to prove that Arthur isn't the only child in this house to do daft things, here's a shot of Immy from last year. I have no idea why she decided to do this.
Credits here:
Massacre Helmet - GHOULISH for SABBATH Event
Motomamy Top - LUAS for Kustom9
Motomamy Trouser - for Kustom9
Motomamy Sleeves - for Kustom9
NF111 Pose - Fashiowl
Puesto Chiarella Backdrop - The Bearded Guy
...and all that:
* so pleased I kept my walking poles
* the physio suggested resurrecting them
* they make an appreciable difference to walking out
and match my purple boots (which you cannot see )
and a baggy trouser pocket holds my iPhone (also purple)
posting for Selfie Sunday
Thanks, as always, for visits, faves and comments.
Happy week ahead!
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~Attire:
BUENO - Caro Sweater
Pseudo - Sami Trouser
~Shoes:
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~Hair:
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~Accessories:
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MVT - Movementt - Zodiac Starcoffee
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Rook
Scientific name: Corvus frugilegus
The all-black rook is a sociable bird, so can be spotted in flocks or nesting colonies, known as 'rookeries'. Unlike the similar carrion crow, it has a grey bill and 'baggy trouser' feathers around its legs.
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Trouser : //Ascend// : Nathan Trouser - Grey Dark
Shoes : GUTCHI : OS Jony 94 "Belleza_M" //White
Hair : Vango. : Ray
Jacket : [COMPLEX] : MARRACASH JACKET - Black
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Backdrop : ninety : Down
Details...
Only a trouser button. 06/2025.
Feel free to comment.
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Nur ein Hosenknopf. 06/2025.
Kommentare sind willkommen.
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For "Smile on saturday", theme: "behold the button".
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“A star does not compete with other stars around it; it just shines.” ― Matshona Dhliwayo
CREDITS:
TOP: Bjorn: Agon Off - Shoulder Top - SpaceBlue
PANTS: Bjorn: Elyse Mazed Trouser - SpaceBlue
HAIR: S.E POP '90s HAIRBASE BLACK 01
LIPS: GOREGLAM 'Superlove' Gloss
EYE SHADOW: Rubedo - titania
NECK TAT: Hoodlem - Kehlani Neck Tattoo
STERNUM TAT: Hoodlem - Sternum v2
RING: (Yummy) Diamond Solitaire Ring
BACKGROUND: FOXCITY. Photo Booth - LCA
BODY: Maitreya Mesh Body Lara
HEAD: LeLUTKA Sasha Head
SHAPE: Plastic Dolls - [DEE] Shape
SKIN: [theSkinnery] Julia toffee
No matter how hard I try these bicycle clips just won't keep my trouser legs sorted out! HMM everyone.
Southern Hawker (Aeshna cyanea). I spent a bit of time with this lovely lady today while she was ovipositing. Here you can see her about to cut into another reed to lay yet another egg. I was there so long she got used to me and tried to oviposit in my trouser leg and then in my T-shirt. On pointing out her mistake she would just hover in my face as if to say 'what kind of reed is this'?
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Un badaud se balade dans la rue, quand soudain, STOP !
Un chalumeau !
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Vous aurez remarqué que je suis beaucoup moins présente sur flickr ces derniers temps, je vous en présente mes excuses chers amis.
Les événements de la vie m'ont affublée de douleurs chroniques aux bras qui m'épuisent physiquement et moralement en plus de rendre plutôt éprouvant le fait d'utiliser un ordinateur, un téléphone portable ou une tablette. C'est pourquoi ces derniers temps je me suis contentée du minimum syndical autour de mon compte, profitant de petites accalmies pour rattraper comme je peux mon retard dans mes abonnements.
J'espère que ça finira par se calmer, tôt ou tard.
Merci pour votre patience. :-)
Je ne vous oublie pas.
Push bike palace of culture on Derby's Pride Park. Personally I reckon 998cc and 170bhp make for a more trouser thrusting experience plus I prefer leather to Lycra...none of that pedal pushing, wheezing and gasping for air...old age is shit!
He was struck by a van while walking in central Ballinrobe. The news is devastating. Back in October, when I first posted this image, I wrote the following. I think it's a good idea to repost it out of respect for the man and what he's meant to our community.
Behind this nondescript storefront, and the small, bare, waiting room behind, sits my doctor of the last ten years. In this day of corporate medicine, he’s an anachronism, even for Ireland.
He’s been here in this little rural town for decades. At 69, he should be slowing down, but it wasn’t until the Covid crisis hit, that he began to demand that people call for an appointment — patients would otherwise just queue up in the waiting room, and wait to be seen. (Covid also saw the demise of the waiting room’s vast collection of tattered grocery store gossip magazines, some many years old.)
He has no receptionist; no nurse. Call the office, and he’ll be the one answering the telephone. Tell him that you need an appointment, and he’ll ask, “When would you like to come in?” Yes, you read that correctly; he’s asking you, the patient what’s convenient, not giving the take-it-or-leave-it, date-and-time ultimatum we’re accustomed to hearing elsewhere.
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When your time comes, the door to his office opens, and you’re greeted with a “Hiya, come on in” and you’re led to a chair by his desk.
The desk itself is a chaotic mess of lab tests, surgery reports, insurance letters, and miscellaneous incoming mail. To his left is a cabinet and counter, where he keeps syringes, bandages, and other small tools of the trade. Nearby is his exam table. Old wood and leatherette, it was probably inherited from the previous doctor. It could date to the 1940s.
One thing you’ll find missing on his desk is a computer; laptop or otherwise. He has one, somewhere, but I’ve never seen it. He may have left the laptop at home that morning.
After getting you seated, he’ll most likely say “Hold on, and I’ll get your file.” He doesn’t have to be reminded of who you are, even though he’s one of only three doctors serving a town of 3,500, plus the surrounding farming community.
He emerges from the back room, with your ‘file’. The file consists of multiple index cards accumulated through the years, stapled together one on top of the other.. Each card represents details of prior visits, all carefully written out in longhand. If you live long enough, your stack of cards could grow to be an inch thick, all stapled together again and again, as your history with him had grown as well.
Some remark of yours may bring out a story of his years long ago in residency, or an anecdote about a funny situation with a now long-dead patient. A visit should last 15 minutes, but a good story warrants an extra five or ten. He scrawls out your prescription, or takes your blood, and it’s time to go.
“What are my damages?” You say to conclude. “Ah… forty-five.” You hand him a fifty and the note is shoved into a front trouser pocket. He roots around for your fiver, and sees you to the door. Good-byes are exchanged. You leave the office, and someone in the waiting room stands up.
“Hiya, come on in,” he says to the next patient.
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Epilogue: You might be sprawled on your couch, in front of the TV, later that night. Nine thirty; quarter to ten… and the phone will ring. You answer, and recognise the doctor’s voice. He sounds rather animated, almost gleeful. “I’ve been researching your problem here, and I found something interesting…”
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...And a little bit of Ireland at the finest passes into history.
Wot you pointing that at me for ?..........
Rook
Scientific name: Corvus frugilegus
The all-black rook is a sociable bird, so can be spotted in flocks or nesting colonies, known as 'rookeries'. Unlike the similar carrion crow, it has a grey bill and 'baggy trouser' feathers around its legs.
Her name is Jenna.
When the child was a normal girl love doll.
In a variety of dolls, spring, summer, autumn, winter and in season, as a hobby to make your clothes last one conceive, cool, pop, cute, fresh, Bohemian, Gothic Lolita, head It is like the fashion show, I enjoy the style of thinking.
Jenna grew up, as an intern at the fashion magazine editor, and a positive work.
Are important, we create beautiful things out, to share it with everyone in the world.
Jenna is such a day, suddenly I become a fashionable look in them.
Jenna and the opportunity, and the sudden occurrence.
Stories appeared in the background, it's Jenna.
Jenna's aspiring fashion magazine editors, and lavender color Tweed jacket denim pants, hat and sunglasses but of being simple, the work style tailored suits and accessories cute ribbon motif.
And Jenna was transformed by the other events of the sudden appearance of a single, formal dress styles.
Long shantung dress champagne color is nice and short train back style.
Hair is blonde with loose curls at the end.
Type in RADIENSU face, the skin is a natural type.
Release date: 2009/7 Expected Release Price: 27,300 yen (tax included)
2009 Limited body
Wishing you all a happy new year. Make 2021 a golden year!
* Joey: Blazer, shirt and trouser: Barbie loves Elvis giftset (1997).
* Donna: strapless dress and bolero: Made by me.
Some more amazing artefacts at this amazing time capsule of a house, languishing in the British countryside
The mighty and renowned, Crib Goch, inducer of many a brown trouser moment, or at the very least a serious attack of Elvis legs for the unwary and the foolish. It took me a good few years to work up the courage to tackle the knife edge ridge for which it is justly (in)famous in a solo attempt, but I did and we became friends, albeit the kind of friendship where one friend says to the other, "Treat me foolishly or disrespect me and I'll kill you!". Fair enough!
Just like with any other range of mountains, the weather and light play a fickle but magical game across their rocky flanks and taunt the naive photographer who comes with intentions and well made plans, such hubris will not be tolerated! If you are frustrated in one moment then wait, it will change, eventually, if not, there is always another moment happening someplace else, as long as you have the eyes to see and not just look. Patience as ever is the best piece of kit in our camera bags and hearts, for when the moment does appear, oh my…!
My father in his sailor uniform, during his military service, and my mother when they were engaged, probably in 1950.
We can see the picturesque details of the uniform that the Belgian sailors wore at that time: the excessively slim-fitting jacket, the so-called «Bell Bottomed Trousers», with the horizontal folding marks.
Scan from the 6x9 negative.
Mon père en uniforme de marin, au cours de son service militaire, et ma mère lorsqu'ils étaient fiancés, dans la cour de la maison familiale, probablement en 1950.
Scan du négatif 6X9.
La photo restitue bien les particularités pittoresques de l'uniforme des matelots belges qui à cette époque était la réplique de celui de la marine britannique. L'élégante vareuse était extrêmement cintrée et aux dires de mon père, il était quasi indispensable de recourir à l'aide d'un comparse pour pouvoir l'enfiler.
Le pantalon est large et présente un bas fort évasé (les anglais le qualifient de «Bell Bottomed Trousers». On remarque les 7 (?) plis horizontaux dont certains prétendaient qu'ils étaient une référence obscure aux nombre de mers où régnait la marine anglaise, ou à celui des victoires navales de l'amiral Nelson (c'était la version colportée par mon père). Mais d'après ce que j'ai pu lire, cela proviendrait plus prosaïquement du fait que les marins ne disposaient dans le passé que d'une étroite armoire pour ranger leurs effets, et qu'ils étaient obligés de plier les pantalons de cette façon pour les y faire entrer.
Il est curieux de constater que cette contrainte ayant disparu, l'habitude s'était installée au point d'évoluer vers une coquetterie: les matelots recouraient à diverses astuces pour marquer les plis au repassage et serraient le pantalon entre deux planches pour les accentuer.