so now that i am down to the waist on the tree jacket, I tried it on once again and it looks retarded. hate to say it but the lane cervinia softer SUCKS! it doesn't drape or fall well at all. so instead of a punk rock westwood feel, it's more like a "early to mid 80's pierrot loving secretary" look. like you need long fake barbie pink nails and a perm with it. and monkey shoulder pads...not good.
so froggitty rip once again. gonna knit this up in merino wool.
happy holidays y'all!
Monday, December 24, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
tea or me?
key purchase of the day:
MEDITERRANEAN TEA
Herbs and Botanicals from Mediterranean Shores
Silvery olive leaves, the base of this herbaceous blend, symbolize harmony and abundance and have been used for centuries for their healthful properties. This region also brings us the delicate lacy flowers of wild fennel and anise with their sweet-licorice aroma and flavor.
MEDITERRANEAN TEA
Herbs and Botanicals from Mediterranean Shores
Silvery olive leaves, the base of this herbaceous blend, symbolize harmony and abundance and have been used for centuries for their healthful properties. This region also brings us the delicate lacy flowers of wild fennel and anise with their sweet-licorice aroma and flavor.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Monday, January 29, 2007
little loops of reality
can sometimes be linked to little loops of thread, i wrote about this a while ago after crossing paths with an abandonned magazine and than decided to name this new blog fil-a-suivre, a double entendre on thread and meaning/thematics that need to be followed.
sunday as already mentionned was a date-day, after fabulous brunch it was too late to go to the museum of natural history but still early enough for brooklyn museum of art.
and right there, as we had just walked through the door, it was. the paracas textile that i had read, written and dreamed about. it is hard to translate the emotion i felt into words. i had been wondering about this piece of fabric for years, not being able to clearly remember what it was named and where to find it.
the figures are smaller yet as expressive as i could have gathered from the photograph. the colors, even more vibrant than print could have possibly translated them. some people feel a sense of sacred in the representation of the sacred symbol/figure, i felt it right then and there in the execution of such representation, and walked away feeling enthralled and reassured that there are still some things left to belive in.
sunday as already mentionned was a date-day, after fabulous brunch it was too late to go to the museum of natural history but still early enough for brooklyn museum of art.
and right there, as we had just walked through the door, it was. the paracas textile that i had read, written and dreamed about. it is hard to translate the emotion i felt into words. i had been wondering about this piece of fabric for years, not being able to clearly remember what it was named and where to find it.
the figures are smaller yet as expressive as i could have gathered from the photograph. the colors, even more vibrant than print could have possibly translated them. some people feel a sense of sacred in the representation of the sacred symbol/figure, i felt it right then and there in the execution of such representation, and walked away feeling enthralled and reassured that there are still some things left to belive in.
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