Daughter Of The Deep Earth & Starry Skies

@wearingskirts

I'm Kathleen. I'm a forty-something former massage therapist in Ormond Beach, Florida. I can usually be found in the middle of reading more than three books at once or watching serialized television. I'm nostalgic to a fault. my blog: wearing skirts :: photos:flickr: _birds_and_nests_ :: misc other fandom: fandom ephemra

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Vogue, Annie Lord, I Feel Like Men I’m Dating Won’t Like My Fully Unfiltered Self

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Céline Sciamma

yesterdaysprint

The Indianapolis Star, Indiana, July 26, 1925

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The More Modest the Definition of Heaven, the Oftener We’re There by Albert Goldbarth

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Joseph Yaeger (American, b. 1986, Helena, MT, USA, based London, England) - The Sceptic, 2019, Paintings: Watercolor on Gessoed Canvas

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The relation between nature and human being: Agnieszka Lepka

dandy-daisylion

every time someone says ‘oh, you knit? do you like it?’ i have the marrow-deep urge to tenderly take their face in my hands and press my lips to their eyelids and telepathically transmit the full overwhelming awareness that i carry just beneath my skin every moment of every day of how important fiber crafts and textiles are and historically have been to humanity. every stitch i work is a thousand billion stitches that have already been worked and will be worked in the future, from the farthest reaches of prehistory until time immemorial. every spindle i spin is spun with the same flick of uncountable fingers from ages past, all united across history in the deceptively simple movement that has shaped history, and art, is the context within which every single person on earth has ever lived their life and lives their lives still. everything from our phones to our homes is given shape and form by the overlooked but utterly important textile arts.

‘of fucking course i like knitting, you jackass,’ i say gently. ‘i wouldn’t do it otherwise.’

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Magdalena Heinroth with three hand raised Jackdaws in 1919

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millenianthemums

listening to fleetwood mac is like. i don’t know this song but let’s give it a shot. oh wait i do know this song. i’ve heard it a million times and always liked it, i just didn’t know the name. on some level i kind of assumed that song was just an ambient part of the world the way the sound of the wind or birdsong in the trees was but apparently it’s by fleetwood mac. neat.