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Nov
24th
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If this doesn’t make some of you fashion students feel like slackers, I’m not sure if anything will. This was a major project for a costume design student in NZ. (note the shoes, and period appropriate corsetry. Click through for more.)
 Made by ‘minnietheminks’ via burdastyle.com

If this doesn’t make some of you fashion students feel like slackers, I’m not sure if anything will. This was a major project for a costume design student in NZ. (note the shoes, and period appropriate corsetry. Click through for more.) Made by ‘minnietheminks’ via burdastyle.com

Nov
13th
Fri
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fuckyeahoz:

Fuck you Anthropologie for making me want this hard!
Lemme send you my $800 for this and a side of hate! Jerkity jerks!

Let me save you about $764: I’ll take you to Lowes and Beverly’s, maybe a thriftstore (easier to find the bones of an old lampshade) and show you how to make it yourself in one afternoon. ;)

fuckyeahoz:

Fuck you Anthropologie for making me want this hard!

Lemme send you my $800 for this and a side of hate! Jerkity jerks!

Let me save you about $764: I’ll take you to Lowes and Beverly’s, maybe a thriftstore (easier to find the bones of an old lampshade) and show you how to make it yourself in one afternoon. ;)

Nov
10th
Tue
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mizzchelle:

(via Hatch)
Love me some old apothecary jars.

mizzchelle:

(via Hatch)

Love me some old apothecary jars.

Nov
5th
Thu
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outskirt:

crftymthrfuckr:

Oh Martha…


I never particularly cared for traditional gansey. From what I remember as a child, they were always stiff and itchy. Now that I’m a knitter myself and know how much labor goes into these when made by hand, we’ve come to terms. Gansey is fine using new soft, forgiving wools but between you and me, (as a lace addict,) I still believe k and p can do so much better. A sweater just like this one, (maybe it was a gift that after much hesitation the receiver guiltily tossed into the donation pile,) is waiting out there, somewhere. Felting it to ultimately find good use as a beautiful cradle for the seeds of better and brighter knits might just be perfect.

outskirt:

crftymthrfuckr:

Oh Martha

I never particularly cared for traditional gansey. From what I remember as a child, they were always stiff and itchy. Now that I’m a knitter myself and know how much labor goes into these when made by hand, we’ve come to terms. Gansey is fine using new soft, forgiving wools but between you and me, (as a lace addict,) I still believe k and p can do so much better. A sweater just like this one, (maybe it was a gift that after much hesitation the receiver guiltily tossed into the donation pile,) is waiting out there, somewhere. Felting it to ultimately find good use as a beautiful cradle for the seeds of better and brighter knits might just be perfect.

Oct
30th
Fri
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Oh my. Is it any wonder why I don’t go out much, anymore?

Oh my. Is it any wonder why I don’t go out much, anymore?

Oct
8th
Thu
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DIY Doo.Ri tights!
Click through for the tutorial via Park & Cube.
I am so in love with this idea… I like her version better than the original!!

DIY Doo.Ri tights!

Click through for the tutorial via Park & Cube.

I am so in love with this idea… I like her version better than the original!!

Oct
1st
Thu
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iheartvintage:

thecellardoor:
how true is this? 120% true.


Because it’s Jean Cocteau

iheartvintage:

thecellardoor:

how true is this?
120% true.

Because it’s Jean Cocteau

Sep
10th
Thu
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I was just struck by the beauty of the hubble imagery posted by one Mr. Jason Permenter, noticing that it bore a strange resemblance to a work by one of my favorite artists, Gustav Moreau.
An excerpt from a description of the myth of Phaeton, according to wikipedia:

In the version of the myth told by Ovid in the Metamorphoses, Phaeton ascends into heaven, the home of his suspected father. His mother Clymene had boasted that his father was the sun-god Helios (or the god of sun, Apollo). Phaeton went to his father who swore by the river Styx to give Phaeton anything he should ask for in order to prove his divine paternity. Phaeton wanted to drive his chariot (the sun) for a day. Though Helios tried to talk him out of it by telling him that not even Zeus (the king of gods) would dare to drive it, the chariot was fiery hot and the horses breathed out flames. Phaeton was adamant. When the day came, Apollo anointed Phaeton’s head with magic oil to keep the chariot from burning him. Phaeton was unable to control the fierce horses that drew the chariot as they sensed a weaker hand.
“…consider what impetuous force Turns stars and planets in a diff’rent course. I steer against their motions; nor am I Born back by all the current of the sky. But how cou’d you resist the orbs that roul In adverse whirls, and stem the rapid pole?”[2]

I’m not speculating as to the driving force of nature, I’m simply appreciating it’s beauty. I’m wondering at the expression we human beings are capable of when trying to understand and describe our world.
Phaeton was painted in 1877. Gustav never got to see the stars the way we are able to, today, and yet his depiction of the energies and forces occurring in the universe is simply stunning, and uncanny.
Are we too spoilt, now, to endeavour such fancies? Is our science too much fed to us on a silver platter?
Phaeton by Gustav Moreau, found on artcyclopedia.

I was just struck by the beauty of the hubble imagery posted by one Mr. Jason Permenter, noticing that it bore a strange resemblance to a work by one of my favorite artists, Gustav Moreau.

An excerpt from a description of the myth of Phaeton, according to wikipedia:

In the version of the myth told by Ovid in the Metamorphoses, Phaeton ascends into heaven, the home of his suspected father. His mother Clymene had boasted that his father was the sun-god Helios (or the god of sun, Apollo). Phaeton went to his father who swore by the river Styx to give Phaeton anything he should ask for in order to prove his divine paternity. Phaeton wanted to drive his chariot (the sun) for a day. Though Helios tried to talk him out of it by telling him that not even Zeus (the king of gods) would dare to drive it, the chariot was fiery hot and the horses breathed out flames. Phaeton was adamant. When the day came, Apollo anointed Phaeton’s head with magic oil to keep the chariot from burning him. Phaeton was unable to control the fierce horses that drew the chariot as they sensed a weaker hand.

“…consider what impetuous force Turns stars and planets in a diff’rent course. I steer against their motions; nor am I Born back by all the current of the sky. But how cou’d you resist the orbs that roul In adverse whirls, and stem the rapid pole?”[2]

I’m not speculating as to the driving force of nature, I’m simply appreciating it’s beauty. I’m wondering at the expression we human beings are capable of when trying to understand and describe our world.

Phaeton was painted in 1877. Gustav never got to see the stars the way we are able to, today, and yet his depiction of the energies and forces occurring in the universe is simply stunning, and uncanny.

Are we too spoilt, now, to endeavour such fancies? Is our science too much fed to us on a silver platter?

Phaeton by Gustav Moreau, found on artcyclopedia.

Sep
2nd
Wed
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jasonpermenter:

A bit more of this work, because they’re just amazing. Also, hey, you know: microscopic owl perched in the eye of a needle.
“The Science and Entertainment Exchange blog has an interesting post up about artist Willard Wigan, who creates sculptures that can only be seen through a microscope.” (via bioephemera)

jasonpermenter:

A bit more of this work, because they’re just amazing. Also, hey, you know: microscopic owl perched in the eye of a needle.

“The Science and Entertainment Exchange blog has an interesting post up about artist Willard Wigan, who creates sculptures that can only be seen through a microscope.” (via bioephemera)

Aug
14th
Fri
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gearingup:
The Cycle Chic Debate
Now if only I could get my Schwinn in presentable order…

gearingup:

The Cycle Chic Debate

Now if only I could get my Schwinn in presentable order…

Aug
8th
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domestic postage was one cent when this was produced

domestic postage was one cent when this was produced

Jul
31st
Fri
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via alpenz.com “Importers for the Adventurous Palate”
I was searching for cocktails utilizing Creme De Violette and came across this importer site with all kinds of materials, articles and recipes.
I’d never heard of Batavia Arrack before, but their description has piqued my curiosity: “It is a taste that has traveled the world from the Dutch East Indies, unique for its ability to both add depth and lift the aromas of citrus and chocolate. From the late 17th to 19th century, in an age when “Punch” was a celebration of all things then exotic – citrus, sugar, and spice, no Punch was without a true Batavia Arrack. In pre-Prohibition America, Batavia Arrack and most notably the Swedish Punsch were essential to many now-classic cocktails. Beyond these uses, Batavia Arrack is also today found in boutique European chocolates and cocktails at Bali resorts.”

via alpenz.com “Importers for the Adventurous Palate”

I was searching for cocktails utilizing Creme De Violette and came across this importer site with all kinds of materials, articles and recipes.

I’d never heard of Batavia Arrack before, but their description has piqued my curiosity: “It is a taste that has traveled the world from the Dutch East Indies, unique for its ability to both add depth and lift the aromas of citrus and chocolate. From the late 17th to 19th century, in an age when “Punch” was a celebration of all things then exotic – citrus, sugar, and spice, no Punch was without a true Batavia Arrack. In pre-Prohibition America, Batavia Arrack and most notably the Swedish Punsch were essential to many now-classic cocktails. Beyond these uses, Batavia Arrack is also today found in boutique European chocolates and cocktails at Bali resorts.”

Jul
24th
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This song, written by Paul McCartney, was Peter and Gordon’s greatest hit. I’ve always loved it. If you won’t stay, then where will you go?

Rest in peace, Gordon Waller

1945-2009

Jul
19th
Sun
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The bold, graphical style of Charley Harper has been translated into a set of needlepoint patterns over at Purl. Each canvas is handpainted for clear “coloring.” I think his style is wonderful in this medium.

The bold, graphical style of Charley Harper has been translated into a set of needlepoint patterns over at Purl. Each canvas is handpainted for clear “coloring.” I think his style is wonderful in this medium.

Jul
16th
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Of Isaac Asimov and Woodlice

“When he was a young child, Isaac’s mother was startled by the strange expression on his face and asked him what was wrong. He was unable to reply so she became alarmed by this apparent affliction. Isaac, in an effort to calm his mother spat out a mouthful of woodlice.

When asked why he had done such a thing, he replied that he had thought that they would probably tickle his tongue as they walked about inside his mouth. Apparently they did tickle - although his mother did not appreciate this turn of scientific curiosity.”

Via the  Woodlice Oddities Page

Good thing that woodlice are not generally known to be vectors of parasitic diseases that affect humans. For more insect related wonderfulness, try what’s that bug.

(You didn’t know I’m a Secret Bug-Crazy Lady, did you?)