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the Petticoat: Work In Progress
Here's a pretty petticoat. It's still not a petticoat per se just yet, but it's getting there.
The brilliance of the white kinda reminds me of the titular song for the movie Jesus Christ Superstar.
More on how I made this coming up.
The First Scarf Commission Commencement
The first scarf is finally all done! Yay!
She now is at five feet and a few inches long. I've already casted her off, and will proceed to soak her in some gentle color-protecting liquid detergent. If I may say so, she looks quite purdy by herself.
Here she is hung out, with the dress-form Susan (or whatever her name is at the moment):
Teh Bewbz, It is a Lie! Part 3 (or at last! The dress is done!)
Hi readers. This is the final installment of a three-part series. Head over here to read the first and second part.
At last! The egg-blue dress is finally done! Woohoo!
She now sports lovely princess seams up the front of the bodice, as well as a blue halter strap that goes 'round the back of the neck, with a faux tortoise-shell buckle to accent. Yep, Mighty change of plans sometimes turn out for the best.
With the first fitting of the finished garment, it fitted so snugly, and gave a fantastic silhouette. (Yay! No need for faux belt anymore!) The fit of the dress also tells me two things. First, "mind your posture!", and two, "no more putting on weight!" XD
The pictures will follow shortly, soon as it's gone through the wash and the pressing board. I'm just really, really happy it's finally done. whew! One more project off the to-do list.
Now then... There's me mum's birthday dress, plus Clair's skirts, not to mention her knitted scarves, the first of which is now at four feet, three inches. Oh my.
Right.
Video: The Minstrel Boy
THE MINSTREL BOY
by Thomas Moore
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you will find him;
His father’s sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;”
Land of Song!” said the warrior bard,
“Tho’ all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!”
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman’s chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov’d ne’er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said “No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav’ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery!”
The Minstrel Boy will return we pray
When we hear the news we all will cheer it,
The minstrel boy will return one day,
Torn perhaps in body, not in spirit.
Then may he play on his harp in peace,
In a world such as Heaven intended,
For all the bitterness of man must cease,
And ev’ry battle must be ended.
~*~
Like happy mushrooms in party spaghetti, with meatballs and lots of cheese. Oh, and a rainbow fizzy drink.
This is how The Dorques describe their music:Dork-Fringe-Rock or what the love child of Steven Malkmus and Rainbrow Brite would listen to.
I like that a lot. :)
Supercool, The Dorques. Just like it says on the tin. ;)
Waltzing Away, The Dorques
Baby, don't you know I'm a libertine,
and you are so squeaky squeaky squeaky clean
Y-O-U-L-O-V-E me, you love me,
Y-O-U-L-O-V-E me....
Life said Hi.
Video: 1930's fashion Predictions for the year 2000
Video: The Dorques -- Murasaki Blue
... and Where's My Music Gone To?You want to know what's Awesome? I'll tell you what Awesome is.
Awesome is finding out one of your favorite artists likes a pretty kick-ass music video. Awesome is also when the same said video is that of a band of one of your workmates, and that the trainer-Poppa who taught you how to cook up a storm stars here as the best dad ever.
All this. right under my nose at work. I'm a great, big fool. Yes, I fail at the obvious.
It's been quite a while since I explored the local music scene. with so much tired and contrived radio junk out there, it's so difficult to look for real musical gems. The self-ordained musical authorities who tell you what's hot and what's oh-my-god-what-the-hell-is-that-on-your-ipod do not help at all. (and quite frankly, are really irritating. Last time I checked, I do have the right to explore and develop my own musical tastes, thank you.)
Anime music makes for great listening, that I do say and stand by. However, I do really miss and wonder what the soundscape of the Manila I grew up in is like now. Kamusta na nga ba? Being a child of the internet age makes me feel much like a rover, almost like an immigrant who's been away from her homeland for too long, and has only her very flimsy ideas of pinoy music to hold on to.
I never really got to grow up listening to the local scene greats of my time. Just a smattering of Eraserheads and Yano on the radio whenever they'd come up. I guess I was too "musically sheltered" to even want to try and explore by myself. I mean, well... Disney Musicals? Silly Symphony Songs from the 1920s? Add to that my dad's improvisational jazz and sitar music, as well as some very unconventional music, (get this: Buddhist devotional pop music. Yes.) and you have something that tastes like sugar-coated frooty loops on lhassi. Head music.
Then came High School in the late '90s with Parokya ni Edgar, The Spice Girls, and Madonna's Ray of Light, a mix of "trance" and rave music (Ah, the follies of youth. Better get the embarrassment stage over and done with now than later in life.) Those gave way to what I'd say would be the two most definitive albums of my teen years. I can't recall what they're called for the life of me(the horror!), but they introduced me to what real world music was all about. These two albums threw everything I knew about music out the window -- packaged, polished, and exhausted -- and I was smitten. (once I dig 'em back up, I'll get back to you guys on the title, stat.) The Secret Garden's Nocturne was a pleasant conclusion to that age.
College, 2001 -- Incubus. Utada Hikaru. Cynthia Alexander. The Beatles. On occasion, my dad's jazz by tagging along with him on his lat-night gigs, playing hooky the day after for sleepiness and the overall high from staying out with my dad in the dead of night. This was also when I learned to listen to anime music, and I still do carry that until today.
Now I am grown-up, employed,and I privately fear, as bland as a sandwich paper bag. With mayo on it.
Sigh.
The tough part with this whole re-discovery thing is knowing where to start.
I'm thankful for bands like Ang Bandang Shirley and The Dorques. They both bring me back to those days when music was the soundtrack of your day and that made it all the more colorful and alive. Yes, I'll say it: the music framed the screenplay of my life. It determined the flow and pacing of the comic book I saw my life as, in full-blown color, inking, splash pages and more, and that, my friend, made my world so much more interesting.
Life should really taste better than a boring sandwich paper bag.
Should good music be a luxury, or a privilege? I think not.
I miss carrying around a player.
Video: Total Eclipse of the Heart: Literal Video Version
There are really no words to describe this, save for"Leaning on myself 'cos there's two of me here,/ but now there's only one in this shot./
There's nothing else to shoot,/ so zoom camera under this arch."
There's nothing else to shoot,/ so zoom camera under this arch."
Holga: Friends and Where I Live.
These pictures were take a long time ago, around late February and early April. I'm happy with how the colors are so vibrant.
ready? let's begin.
Mary.
Mary.
Mary, Jib, and Me.
AJ.
AJ.
Raymund.
Raymund.
The Ghost of the Vengeful Tricorn Hat.
the view opposite my bedroom door.
So much sun. So quiet.
Astronaut.
Waterfall.
Tres Marias.
The Way Out. The road was paved with sparkling shards of glass. They sparkled like diamonds in high noon.
Spot the Fish. Or teapot.
This reminds me of Manansala's Give Us This Day Our Daily Bread.
Pink Pineapple.
what It Tastes Like.
Ding ding ding, says the Universe.
Happy Birthday, The Hobby Horse!
Wow, one year, huh? Time flies so quickly by when you're living the life and making a lot of happiness.
To be honest, I'd barely noticed my baby had turned a year old. Thank you for the greetings and the reminder from across the miles, Teena! (Head over to her site. She's a happy, smart lady who loves adventure and is not afraid to take pictures of things and people that make her happy. the world needs more photographers like that, in my opinion. ^___^*) I think I can pretty much say it's been a year of starts, discoveries, and experiments. I've had my share of good results, as well as a --ehem-- good measure of accidents, happy and otherwise. I'm thankful for each learning experience and new challenge, and I do believe I can say it's made me become a more imaginative, resourceful, and creative person. And yes, quite frankly, I'm hungry for more!
I want to say a great, big, awesome Thank You to the many people, family and friends who have been and continue to be fonts of love, support, and inspiration. You guys make life the best adventure there is, and make the ride all the more enjoyable for it.
So, I says to you, rock on! You make life fabulous. Here's to more crafting, more cooking, more laughter and happiness on The Hobby Horse! Kampai!
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