M 98 widow, aka the Mess Maker
I started the day well with a tidy workspace and even tidied after remaking the barrel base and top…
Looks not quite right…
But yes that is both halves of the bikini under layers of stretch velour. Hopefully very little…
someone asked me to write a tutorial for them, so here you go
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How I feel when ever anyone asks me how to make Alien headpieces. Really. Good work comes from making lots and lots of other work. Much of it will be crap, or fail at some point but you have to do that so you gain muscle and mental memory to be able to later on just do things as if by magic.
I can pleat like the wind. I can pattern like the wind but I have like… 20 years of that. Ditto with sculpting- 30 years. I have never not made things since childhood. It wasn’t a passtime when I was bored of dolls or adventures outside. It was my main focus.
Can’t teach anything to by pass all that just to meet a deadline.
The Potoo bird always looks like it just saw something horrifying. [via]
That’s not a bird. That is a Muppet. Sam the Eagle’s stoner cousin or something.
The Soft Pompadour and Psyche Knot.
From Girls Own Paper and Woman’s magazine, 1911.Text instructions here.
That’s me! Finally someone blogging the actual address! Thank you!
Also I have plans (hah!) of getting an A3 bed scanner to be able to more safely scan my books 🙂 And I can get them on my site properly- these have been online since what… 2000-02? So that means with my very old Agfa scanner. Wow.
There are so many nifty fashion plates in these Girl’s Own books. And I have managed to read a few of the serials published. I also happen to have the annuals that cover a change in the editor. The magaine shifted focus quite dramatically. My 1907-08 books are much more focused on pretty frocks vs later where it was more practical. Also knitting and crochet patterns galore.
This is a video of a cat playing the theremin. This concludes “things that make Natalie extraordinarily happy” for today.
Can’t.. not.. share…. AIEEEEE!!! Totally lost on my Mr Poopoo as he is totally deaf. I so need a theremin. They are so cool. Oh hey, relevant:
http://www.ted.com/talks/pamelia_kurstin_plays_the_theremin.html
But that itty bitty red one above, so cute. And possibly affordable? Also an instrument just made for totally borked hands… hmmmmm. My neighbours are gonna love hearing the Star Trek theme played very badly if so.
Progress? I think so….
It’s been a long day and I have to admit to being a tad distracted but I did do stuff. Aside from tidying. That’s something anyone starting out needs to know: add an extra 25% of time to tidy your workspace to actually be useable.
So today I did manage…
Progress? I think so….
It’s been a long day and I have to admit to being a tad distracted but I did do stuff. Aside from tidying. That’s something anyone starting out needs to know: add an extra 25% of time to tidy your workspace to actually be useable.
So today I did manage…
I don’t want you to love me in spite of my disability. I want you to love me, and every part of my existence.
For example, please don’t say, “She has cerebral palsy, but I love her anyway.”
Say, “She has cerebral palsy and I love her.”
And no more of this “Most of the time I forget you’re disabled” nonsense, saying it like it’s a compliment. If you forget I’m disabled you clearly aren’t paying attention.
As someone with a genetic, incurable illness that involves quite a lot of intractable pain, and as someone who has been married for a decade — most of which was spent trying to get an accurate diagnoses for my chronic illness and associated disabilities — I have very mixed feelings on this.
I don’t want my husband to love me in spite of being sick. But it’s okay if he hates my disease. I hate my disease. I hate what it’s done to our lives and I hate that I can’t be the person that I was when he married me. He’s allowed to hate this uninvited, crappy, destructive part of our lives. As long as he doesn’t love me in spite of my limitations.
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I feel very much the same. I know a lot of people will be throwing their arms up and saying well now I don’t know how to treat people with a disease/disability, what am I supposed to do?” And firstly, I can understand the frustration but secondly you do realise people with disabilities are individuals first and formost right? Try spinning it as “but how do I talk to girls when you keep giving me different information?” But how do I speak to boys?”
When you expect an entirely large portion of the population to behave the same way….. Or have one individual speak for everyone- and not by their consensus…
I think most of us though don’t mind being asked questions but about us individually. I am not a spokesperson for everyone with Rheumatoid Arthritis but I can speak of my own situation and what the literature says.
And please don’t compare one individual with another. It’s very hard to understand from the outside that physically we have different limitations. It’s not just that we cope differently, there are biochemical reasons for some of us to have effects others don’t and vice versa.
So basically we are individuals first.