Saturday, February 26, 2011
Have you had the trouble of explaining someone the exact hue of color you need? I am good with colors, hues and shades and even tones. You didn't know there was a difference? It seems there is according to this.
I have always been proud of my ability (or gift) to find just the right hue or shade of color I need. I never go shopping for buttons carrying a piece of the fabric I need the buttons for because I always know the exact hue!
But how could you name a color for visualization through the Internet when colors vary from monitor to monitor? And I didn't know but the palette of colors on the Internet is called HTML colors.
Also, according to Wiki, color naming is fuzzy and arbitrary, and varies among people and cultures, with no single swatch adequately representing any particular color name. Computer displays have a somewhat limited gamut, so many colorful pigment cannot be represented on a screen at all and computer simulation of the natural world is, at best, a rough approximation.
There is also a list of colors offered here and here.
So when I listed these crochet hearts in my shop, I offered the above list (first picture).
What do you say? Did I name them accurately?
During my research of names of colors I found some names I heard for the first time and sometimes I couldn't associate the name with the color. Check the offered links for immense fun!
Also I looove this color related post by Aunt Peaches. It's incredible!!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I have had this tutorial on my mind for a long time and I am glad I made it.
Now, this is for all you non-knitters and non-crocheters out there. It doesn't mean that if you don't knit or crochet you cannot make yourselves a nice scarflette. It's so easy you'd wonder why you didn't make this earlier.
When the braids are ready sew them together.
I didn't say anything about no sewing :)
This is what it looks like finished.
All five braids sewn together.
Even out the tassels.
Now, this is for the closure.
I divided the tassels into two equal parts and tied each piece at the base.
Then I tied them both below, leaving just a small hole through which
I could have easily left an unsewn piece in the scarflette for the closure (i.e the hole),
but I liked it this way better.
There you go. Your own scarflette.
The project is easy and quick. You can even involve your children into this activity to make their own scarves and don't meddle with needles.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
This is the tutorial with which I presented myself atMaries Cozy Corner.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Grandpa Rabbi Neeman's Recipe
for a Happy Marriage
250g sexual attraction
500ml admiration and respect for
500g intellectual parity
1 small pinch of in-laws, unless
to your taste, in which case add
1 reasonable budget
A generous dash of team work
4 tsp. readiness to admit fault
250g quick and easy apology
250g each confidence and encouragement
1 large or several small interests or hobbies in common
250g delight in each other
Separate bathrooms (budget permitting)
Sift all ingredients and remove any lumps of jealousy, accounting of wrongs, grudge bearing, point scoring, temper or accusation. Stir in frequent portions of healthy and satisfying marital sex. Pour into generous servings of love and bake over many years in the steady warmth of affection, mutual respect and desire.
Can you find any fault with the recipe? I couldn't .
(Recipe taken from Olivia Lichtenstein's 'Mrs. Zhivago of Queen's Park' . A book that is quite hilarious and refreshing. Or as pointed by the critics 'an unashamed feast of deliciously earthly delight'. )
Thursday, February 17, 2011
In Washington , DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.
About 4 minutes later: The violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
At 6 minutes: A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
At 10 minutes:A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.
At 45 minutes:The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
After 1 hour: He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities.
This experiment raised several questions:
*In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
*If so, do we stop to appreciate it?
*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made . . ..
How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?
I was sincerely touched by the story but felt very satisfied since I try to perceive beauty and walk through life with all my senses open.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Today she turns 10! Ten years and it still feels as if I had her yesterday!
This is a very special number if you do remember yourselves!
But until then ...
Be my little girl for a while more....
A sprinkle of goofiness allowed ;)
Sunday, February 13, 2011
We've surfed the web and flipped through magazines to find the "loveliest" Valentine messages.
Q: What did the silver polish say to the bracelet?
A: I've taken a shine to you.
Q: What did the baseball bat say to the homerun ball?
A: You're a big hit with me!
Q: What did the finger say to the ink?
A: You're my 'Prints' Charming!
Q: What did the stamp say to the envelope on Valentine's Day?
A: I'm stuck on you!
And I wouldn't be worth calling myself a seamstress if I didn't share this one:
Happy Valentine all!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Would you be shocked if I tell you that I am not doing anything crafty for Valentine? No, Sir! Though I love looking at other people's projects! And I have bookmarked several but somehow I just don't have the desire or the will to commence even one!
There is a reason for that -don't hate me :)
You'll soon be reading about it here.
Take care. I'll talk to you later.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
The Master replied he will tend to it in the course of the week (eyes raised in disbelief!).
However, I had to substitute the sewing with other crafts and I am not sorry at all because I made a lot of lovely things.
When I made the first bra necklace I had two more started with it and left them half the way (as it usually is with me nowadays) so I decided it's high time I finish them for good.
This one's in the blue mood with little joys of pink.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Yesterday my husband received a warning letter from my sewing machine.
It read like this:
It breaks my heart to tell you this but I am considering retirement in the near future.
The reason for this is your neglect of my existence. It hurts my needles to tell you how hard it is for me to be set aside in isolation, not cared for, deprived of all the sewing joys for the past couple of months. I cannot describe the feeling of despair not being able to run my feet over all that new fabulous fabric my Mistress has brought home.
All this due to your lack of interest and will to aid a suffering domestic contributor. My ailments are not incurable. As a matter of fact this regards only a mild condition of regulating plates being in a wrong order. It would take only a slice of your valuable time to put yet another effort and I believe I will be fine.
I know for sure that my Mistress is at the verge of her patience and I am afraid her claiming to buy one of those new Singer machines she has been eyeing for quite a while now is not just an empty threat! So in order to save your wallet and my life, I beg you, please HELP ME!
You know where you can find me. I shall be patiently waiting for you!
The almost abandoned sewing machine
I might just add that I too am expecting your answer my dear husband!