Larissa Marie Simpson

writing and all kinds of pictures

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Wonderland By Hand 
 — dreamingless

Photographer Cynthia Villamil Model Larissa Simpson Hair Judith Simpson MUA Kitten Delightful

An editorial with clothes made from some of our free patterns was published in UK's Dreamingless Magazine this month. Please have a look! -Larissa & Jude PS: The Patterns are: the White Rabbit Bolero Jacket and the Mad Hatter Hat. Snag them on wonderlandbyhand.com/free :)

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Mesh Trend

I don’t know about you, but I’m quite fascinated by how holes that have worn in old fabric look. I even wrote part of a song about it (!) Given the quantities of distressed jeans, shirts and dresses we’ve seen cropping up on runways and in stores in the last few years, we feel that our fascination is widespread.

And it turns out, historical! Little known to me before I flung myself into looking things up online, was that the man who most fashion historians presume to have invented mesh fabric shared this fascination, many years ago. In 1888, as the story goes, Lewis Haslam noticed holes in his aunt’s gloves and questioned her about it. The aunt revealed to him that despite the holes in her gloves, her hands were still warm. Haslam was curious about this, and sought to recreate the effect at his fabric mill. Consequently, he invented mesh fabric.

While this is the most-often told origin story of wearable net, perhaps history is not quite so clear cut. Fishnet stockings are also traced alternately back to the Paris Opera Ballet and the Moulin Rogue, founded in 1669 and 1889, respectively.

This origin story too seems to have a hole in it. It is reported that in an 1815 edition of the Children's and Household Tales (now called Grimms' Fairy Tales), the Brothers Grimm included a story in which a rather tawdry king asked his lady prisoner to secure her freedom from him by appearing before him not clothed, yet not naked. Her solution was to wrap herself in a fishing net.

Why this book was presumed a wholesome read for children will imaginably remain a mystery. Nonetheless, there it is: a fairy tale solution to the mysterious origin of mesh.

Regardless of the real story, by the early 1900s mesh fabrics were being manufactured in larger mass quantities.

Nowadays 5 main kinds of mesh are used in clothing: polyester, netting, tulle, power, and nylon mesh.

Mesh has been a trend for some seasons, and we hope that it stays in fashion, otherwise our wardrobes may be in need of some serious revisions.

Please pick up some free knitted mesh patterns and sewing patterns as well as updated vintage jewelry on our website: wonderlandbyhand.com

Photos by Kevin Sturman

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Mesh Angel photo by Dan Roddy @stillthebody Model @larissa_simpson wonderlandbyhand.com

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Juliet

Pink fairy wings Torn pantyhose your things

Pink flower’s grave What’s of you to save

Though love’s a grave I do love you If you’re to save Love anew

A grave for letting go How do you show is that blood on my dress a rose red on my chest

Flowers have to die Before that of you from i

did you mind their blame are you afraid If it’s for fame Blame’s made

i couldn’t blame you If you’re to save Love anew

by Larissa Marie Simpson

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Avery

Flicking for time who sparks finding into corners You curled one warm wrist on another With piano hands and gears in juice through a wire in the moon I’d look into the space between what’s physically seen and what Turned in you when the leaves change and I’m different again and Grin in currents of time with electricity trimmed to my shoulders

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Ink sun People in ice houses walk toward ink sun While people in cities live on balconies In nature lace froze when Winter wore that dress face asking is love all the way around us? sense under a glacier frost walk breathing home Lip numbing While we’re humming looking At cats whistling with a lighter

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her sway she away gone beside me and showed that so fast turn it out seem not to care turn around sit and stare

to see when i’m gone in pieces of a world where more people say not to worry now about a cloth an aerolite and looked up like you’re growing whiskers and

i’m drinking too much coffee loose lips

buzz yes we’re okay yea, unanticipated flowers what kind of flowers! easier to say would ships

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Santa Cruz

head on a pillow heart on a board feet on the pavement what happened assured heart on a pillow head on the floor carved in the pavement who you adored

looking to see you turning around looking unknowing spinning and crowned

head on a pillow slept on the floor set in the pavement feet in a door

Eliot

from a longer piece

Eliot dancing under lights troops at tables in a dance ceiling crackling bustle sirens and a light flashing monotonous sound then a kind of shrieking. The radio disposed itself to changing channels. Sounds like a Bigfoot buckling and creaking and a crash. Chuckling lights crunch static shorting out. She seeing light flash through a thousand prisms and then black her head back against the floor. Eliot was an entertainer brought in to dance for troops.

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dancing kittens

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early drawing from Sea’s Edge. Lunett talks about animals.

fond you’re kidding speak and spoken and looking very well what happened then remotely was so kiss and tell you dreaming me about where puzzles solve and scars dissolve so I loved you

Grand Central Station

she pulled apart into astronomy where she doesn’t feel at all glancing at a piece of the ceiling size of her nose as Ptolemy dreaming an earth centered solar system surrounded by metal. Copernicus a sun where Kepler saw oval orbits while she brought flowers into the roof warm from inside on wrought metal. on a cold night heat haze above the roof. funny sense logic yet some stars revolve around another star she said and sat in there staying up to measure a place on the ceiling a celestial sphere above her lining a numeric creature in across the sky between emotion and reason ivory pulled apart a seam to see stitched logic into form.