Posted in Art and Craft, tagged archives, beauty, British Library, gold, gold ink, Persia, poetry, rare manuscripts, silver ink on 22 September, 2016| Leave a Comment »
From a 1500s book of Five Poems, or The Kamsah available online through the British Library. This beastie is looking up at a running hare, and reminds me of Xeno. Although this scan doesn’t show it to best effect, the ink is gold. In the next image, you can see where silver ink had been used on the stag’s horns, but centuries have tarnished those sections black..
Posted in Backstory, composite, tactless observations, tagged antique crochet hooks, Charitable contributions, earwurm, End of year, Enough already, Gimbels, gold, green, Let it Go, Nemo Corsets, red, tatting, wrap-ups on 31 December, 2014| Leave a Comment »
I was hesitating over that title, because maybe the end of 2014 is more about setting things free…but then decided that the idea of “Let it Go” had been a trifle overused in the last few months, and who needs that earwurm again? [Confession: I like the song, but overplay and over-commodification make it grating.]
Here: look at more tatting, instead!
No, I haven’t a clue what to do with them. I am tat-less in addition to tactless, apparently. But let me get back on-task now… In the last hours I have of this year, there are a few things that Must Be Done, in no particular order:
Posted in Backstory, My brain, tagged amber, fuschia, gold, indigo, Philadelphia skyline, sunset, teal, time time time, travel, violet on 16 January, 2014| Leave a Comment »
I remember how interesting it was [well, for me] to get to write a “4” in a year’s date for the first time. And now it swings around again.
….haven’t used a PalmPilot in ages, but I still draw my “4”s as if starting the “4” cipher for that machine. I don’t know if this makes them any more legible to humans, though.
Posted in My brain, tactless observations, tagged gold, green, iris, not quite divine, purple, shimmer, stained glass, Tiffany stained glass, watercolor on 3 February, 2013| 3 Comments »
Then there is no mountain, then there is…
I can’t remember the song title, or the singer, but the usage should make more sense tomorrow…
Rethorykal Questions 