Sunday, January 31, 2010

A Quick Trip to Woods Hole


Today The COG and I and Mother of The Bride drove to Woods Hole. There, we picked up Son of and drove all over the Falmouth area, had a nice lunch overlooking the ocean (actually Vineyard Sound), and then drove around some more.

These pictures are from last summer, so imagine them much colder and less green. That's Nobska Lighthouse in Woods Hole, supposedly the most photographed lighthouse in America.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

I Want.......

Iris Apfel's Qing Dynasty skirt - Silk damask, brocade, satin with silk and filé thread embroidery.

The rest of the outfit - meh.

I Want.......

Sister May's Hat. Felted Wool.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Wall Transfer Clock





This is a wall transfer I put up on the wall of our kitchen in Brighton. It looks painted on, but it's removable transfers. The clock part hangs on the wall, but the picture is flat to the wall. There were extra birds so I put some on a nearby door frame and one on the fridge and one on an electrical outlet.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Goth Men


Sister Rose has just posted a blog about a wonderful place called St. Bertrand de Comminges, notable for several lovely churches, Roman ruins and a beautiful location in foothills of the Pyrenees.

On reading about the history of the church, however, my attention was arrested for a moment at the name Bertrand de Goth. I immediately pictured something like this and giggled.

I had to search the internet for a suitable picture to express my Inner Vision and it was quite a fun search. Lots of stuff for Goths out there. I was particularly struck by something called 'Lace-up Gothic Death Pants.' I won't show the picture because, in this case, the Inner Vision is better than the real thing.

My only excuse for this silliness is that I live near Salem, where Goth is King, and it would not be impossible to see 3 or 4 pairs of Lace-up Gothic Death Pants in a single afternoon.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Homecoming

This is a photo taken from the plane, just before we landed in Boston. That's Cape Ann sticking out into the sea, and the light curve of sand behind it is Cranes Beach and behind that is our house. As we have no Super Powers, we can't see it, but we know it's there.

So much to do, so little time.


I haven't time to write much today (and I've failed dismally in my vow to write every single day this month) but here is something fun - a Manga Face of your own. Click Here and click the flag that represents your language to get in.

I haven't had time to perfect mine, yet.