red thread, grey thread

[sarahn-wrap]

[thatgirlupstairs]

[jennalalaland]

Why can’t I ever find lingerie like this?!

[withmyheartwideopen-deactivated]

The source link says it’s “The Laurie set, Agent Provocateur S/S 2011”. I’m not sure how helpful that is though.

[ohheyimheather]

This is cute.

[silkwaste]

What uppppp!

[redthreadgreythread]

Lingerie posts... Always.

[filthflamingo]

[spookyfashion]

[rubyreed]

[unicornjackedup]

high res

high res

high res

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A Study in Hand Stitches (including button sewing!)

I’ve just decided to digitize and upload all my cool sewing lessons I have saved from high school. Enjoy!

[eatsleepdraw]

Electric Fins x Corrine Cueto

[redthreadgreythread]

Jellyflish!

[pigmenting]

Everyone wants to give a writer the perfect notebook. Over the years I’ve acquired stacks: One is leather, a rope of Rapunzel’s hair braids its spine. Another, tree-friendly, its pages reincarnated from diaries of poets who now sit in cubicles. One is small and black like a funeral dress, its pages lined like the hands of a widow. There’s even a furry blue one that looks like a shag rug or a monster that would hide under it— and I wonder why? For every blown out candle, every Mazel Tov, every turn of the tassel, you gift-wrap what a writer dreads most: blank pages. It’s never a notebook we need. If we have a story to tell, an idea carbonating past the brim of us, we will write it on our arms, thighs, any bare meadow of skin. In the absence of pens, we will repeat our lines deliriously like the telephone number of a parting stranger until we become the craziest one on the subway. If you really love a writer, fuck her on a coffee table. Find a gravestone of someone who shares her name and take her to it. When her door is plastered with an eviction notice, do not offer your home. Say I Love You, then call her the wrong name. If you really love a writer, bury her in all your awful and watch as she scrawls her way out.

Megan Falley, “If You Really Love a Writer” (via absurdtheaterofdesire)

[carolined]

New Illustrator thing.  BEARDS.

Yea bye. 

[nevver]

— Jean-Paul Sartre

[chrstneli-blog]

Twin Peaks Characters’, Hair Only

[assesdo]

Don’t hang out with people who don’t love you. Don’t try to impress people who aren’t worth it. Don’t try to win people over who aren’t worth it. Focus on yourself, and focus on the people who are really awesome and who love you. Don’t hang out with people who make you feel like shit. Don’t spend your energy on them.

Beth Ditto (via loveyourchaos)

Reminder reminder reminder reminder

(via towerofcolor)

we forget this but it’s so so so SO important.

(via praisethelorde)

[redthreadgreythread]

[spanko4life]

[redthreadgreythread]

*le sigh*

[fancybidet]

Hello hello how about a giveaway?

I want to celebrate hitting 5000 followers and say thank you to all the people who have supported me since I started Fancy Lady Industries. How better than to giveaway stuff?!

This prize consists of

a blue fat necklace

a magenta vain necklace

a white no diet talk brooch

a fluoro pink big girls donut cry patch

tonnes of postcards

All up it’s worth about AUD$90 and I’ll probably throw in a zine too for good measure :D

Rules and other info

Reblogs count as 1 entry, likes do not count.

Reblog as many times as you like, each reblog counts as one entry.

No “giveaway” or empty tumblrs will be considered because that’s just not fair!

I will draw the winner on November 1 at around lunchtime.

I will post anywhere so long as you have an address for me to post your prize to.

It might be a good idea to follow me so you know if I draw your name, and you probably should have an ask box so I can contact you!

Secret bonus bit

If you are following me before the prize is drawn and you’re drawn as the winner, I will include an A6 portrait of you done in ink and watercolour!

[redthreadgreythread]

Yay!

[beardofginger-blog]

True story.

[redthreadgreythread]

Yay beards!

[ayemurray]

A razor company once invited George Bernard Shaw to shave his famous beard. He responded with a postcard:

Gentlemen:

I shall never shave, for the same reason that I started a beard, and for the reason my father started his. I remember standing at his side, when I was five, while he was shaving for the last time. “Father,” I asked, “Why do you shave?” He stood there for a full minute and finally looked down at me. “Why the hell do I?” he said.

– GBS