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Uma das poucas cores que me animei de comprar da coleção da Gwen Stefani.
Achei chique de morrer!!!!
O acabamento deu um toque especial, porque ficou fosco, mas com muitos brilhinhos!! Amei de verdade!
Vai servir de base para minha unha de carnaval! Vou usar por um dia assim chiqueresima! Amanha coloco os brilhos dignos de drag! haha
My writing desk I left behind at my parents when I went to Scotland...its clean now...and I must get Dad to remove his stuff from the drawers...and then...well...
Sitting in the TV room, where the desk is located, my eyes kept returning to it...how interesting it will be to move it into a room, and write by candle light. Sit in the quiet and just do what I want...write what I want without the constant nagging as if someone is looking over my shoulder...good cup of tea...
I can imagine it in a small croft, sitting near the fire, against the whitewashed stone walls. A window just to the side, letting in the pale light of winter. My hands covered with those gloves that have the fingers cut out, a steaming mug of tea or hot cocoa at the ready...okay...I know, I know...mmmmm...
Fifebeachwalker has a great photo of an old church...wonder if it is for sale...
My Grandfather received this Invitation from Municipal Committee Hyderabad in May 1961 for reception in honour of Mr. Zulfiqar Ali Khan Bhutto, Minister Presidential Cabinet
Creator: Old Comrades Brewery Limited
Title: Old Comrades Beer
Date: [c.1948-1953]
Extent: 1 label: printed ; (9.5x10.5cm)
Notes: From a collection of beer labels, stationery and Canadian breweriana donated by Lawrence C. Sherk.
Format: Label
Rights Info: No known restrictions on access
Repository: Thomas Fisher Rare Book Library, University of Toronto, Toronto, Ontario Canada, M5S 1A5, library.utoronto.ca/fisher
Todos los derechos reservados, cualquier reproducción digital debe citar la fuente. Prohibida la reproducción total o parcial sin permiso.
File name: 10_03_003682c
Binder label: Special Cards: Clothes
Title: Plenty dirtee shirtee but Johnee no washee more tillee payee threely dollee you owe e John before. Look at this collar and these cuffs, John, you may well scowl and pout, celluloid don't need washing John, so take your cue and get out. [back]
Date issued: 1870-1900 (approximate)
Physical description: 1 print : chromolithograph ; 14 x 9 cm., folded to 9 x 9 cm.
Genre: Advertising cards; Metamorphic works
Subject: Men; Collars
Notes: Title from item.
Collection: 19th Century American Trade Cards
Location: Boston Public Library, Print Department
Rights: No known restrictions.
Entrance to the San Diego Zoo Safari Park in San Pasqual Valley, San Diego, CA (not far from Escondido, CA)
,Message in Italian from a postcard depicting a 1920s Whit Walk in Stevenson Square
Part of a collection of photographs loaned from a socioloinguistic project into the Italian community centred around Ancoats.
The writing was on the wall for the Willowbrook bodied Bristol VRs at Stagecoach East Kent by the latter part of 1994. Three were still at work at Folkestone at this time and 7982 (TFN 982T) is seen at the town's bus station on November 29th working route 17 to Lyminge.
WV51
1989
Coloured pencil and calligraphy on paper, after the backside of the LP "Tarot Suite" by Mike Batt.
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Description: Woman's Home Companion article by Julia Ward Howe and Maud Howe (her daughter) titled "American Drawing Rooms: The Story of My Boston Drawing Room", October, 1910. Page 3 of 3.
Full Text: AMERICAN DRAWING-ROOMS
[CONTINUED FROM PAGE 8]
Macbeth has a burst of mock eloquence: 'When I saw Duncan, his silver pencil-case and his gold watch-chain all tangled up together,' etc. The witches' song beginning:
"Black spirits and white,
Red spirits and gray;
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
You that mingle may.
was travestied into this:
"Black pepper and white,
Blue pepper and gray,
Tingle, tingle, tingle,
Till it smarts all day.
"One night we had a wonderful charade (I wrote my charades all out carefully and insisted that the actors were word-perfect), in which I appeared as a female Faustus and gave a most fabulous account of all the books I had read. A card was brought up during my soliloquy. I read the name, 'Madame Diabolus nee Satane.' 'Show her up;' I said, and Madame Satane entered. She was an advertising agent representing a rejuvenating fluid, a sort of elixir of life. A beautiful young man was shown to me in a vision (it was James Davis, now a sober Boston lawyer). The vision had the desired effect. Madame Faustus yielded and drank the potion; I disappeared and in a moment my daughter Florence, who was then very like me, stood in my place, looking charming with her long hair hanging about her. That was 'admirable fooling,' they all said."
"There was another evening when all the gods and goddesses of Olympus gathered in your drawing-room; just what was that frolic?"
"That was really a beautiful occasion. It was a representation of Mrs. Browning's poem ' Pan is Dead.' The Olympians were seated as if in council, just as you see them in Raphael's fresco at the Farnesina Palace in Rome. Huntington Wolcott, the father of Roger Wolcott, our handsome governor, took the part of Jove and looked it; he was a superb man. He had never been at my house before, but when I sent for him, he came. . Mrs. William Hunt was a magnificent Juno, with a gold fillet in her blue-black hair. Beautiful Fanny McGregor, who was afterward so tragical¬ly killed by an accidental shooting, was Venus. What I remember best now is poor Fanny's beauty as she lay there and I apostrophized her as:
"Aphrodite! dead and driven
As thy native foam, thou art;
With the cestus long done heaving
On the white calm of thine heart!"
"Which do you think the best of those historical pageants and frolics of yours?"
"The charade 'Knighthood!' William Hunt and Hamilton Wilde were the two knights; Lizzie Homans (Mrs. Charles) was the Queen of Love and Beauty, and J ere Abbott was the physician." "Both Mr. and Mrs. Hunt were a great deal at your house, were they not?"
"They were indeed, and I was at theirs. WIilliam Hunt was a man of genius and, unlike his friend Jean Francois Millet, he was recognized as such during his lifetime. He was very much appreciated by the public and adored by his friends. His classes were attended by many women of fashion. Miss Knowlton, his faithful student and disciple, has preserved something of the splendid, brilliant quality of his talk to his class in her book which I think she called 'Art Talks of William Morris Hunt.'
"It was in those days that I saw so much of the Hunts that Jere Ahbott gave his famous oratorio at my house. Abbott, a solid, serious man of business, had invented the most exquisitely funny performance; I can not think of it now without shaking with laughter. He was the only performer. He sat on a high stool with a baton in his hand and a great sheet of music before him. Turning the music, and leading an imaginary orchestra and chorus, he produced the most curious illusion of one of the great Hanael oratorios. These were the words of Jere's oratorio:
"Hannah Lord, she went abroad,
Went down to see her sister,
And Jacob Lee, brisk as a bee,
Jumped straightway up and kissed her."
"With purely conventional society," said the daughter, "though first and last you have endured your share of it, you have had little pleasure, I think. You never would cumber your house with what you called cumbrous social furniture."
"It was at a dull, stereotyped reception, where the room was filled with that sort of human furniture, that I made the saucy couplet:
"Blessed in comparison with this,
The hour that hears the Transcript read,
The nightly talks of servants' faults,
The blessed time of go-to-bed!"
"That, also, was the time of your naughty saying: 'I'd rather hear Theodore Parker than go to the theater. I'd rather go to a theater than go to a party. I'd rather go to a party than stay at home!' "
"Half-past nine; it's the 'blessed time of go-to-bed' now!"
The electric-light is turned on in the pretty bronze elevator cage, the little white figure, dressed in the Lady Macbeth dress, step's into the cage, waves her hand and disappears, rising skyward like Elijah in his chariot.
Date: 1910
Creator: Woman's Home Companion
Format: text
Digital Identifier: AG28-19-11
Biographical note: Julia Ward Howe (1819-1910) was an author, lecturer, poet, activist, abolitionist and leader in the Women's suffrage movement. Born in New York City to affluent parents, Ward Howe was well educated but expected to be a wife. In 1843 Ward Howe married Samuel Gridley Howe the founding director of Perkins after meeting him at a tour of the school. Despite conventional expectations that she not live a public life she initially published work anonymously before becoming a social activist that wrote, spoke, and worked for many social causes. She is commonly known for writing the words to “Battle Hymn of the Republic” and in 1908, she became the first woman elected to the American Academy of Arts. In 1988 she was inducted into the National Women’s Hall of Fame.
Source: Hale, Jen. (2022) ”Julia Ward Howe”. Hale, Jen. “Julia Ward Howe” Perkins Archives Blog, Perkins School for the Blind, Watertown MA, October 26, 2022
Rights: Samuel P. Hayes Research Library, Perkins School for the Blind, Watertown, MA
From the series “Zi hua”, pencil on paper, 30 x 40 cm, 2016.
This original drawing is available for sale at the price of 250 US$, the shipment is worldwide free. Contact me in case you are interested in more information about my work, or the availability for work on graphics.
For this PUSH I was paired with the inspirational, comical, and kind of (I say this with affection) mad genius, Hydrophobic Peacock. I knew he could knock out any challenge I threw at him, but I was also nervous of what he'd throw back at me! :)
His words: "Here's what I'd like you to do: a night shot, but make it yours, with your sense of light and color and bokeh and fun. Maybe light lines from cars or planes? Maybe light writing? Own the night!"
This was my very first light writing experience, and it's definitely a display of my personality lol!
Used the fabulous antique writing background. Details here scrappinnavywife.blogspot.com/2012/09/butterflies.html