For more than a decade I have been engaging in the traditional “Canadian Craft” of finger weaving as a venue to bring early Canadian History to life in a fun way, for interested people of all ages, to …
One last thing before I go to bed.
I have a wonderful family member on my Metis side who is an incredibly talented weaver. She taught me how to finger weave (on a loom my dad made her!) and is a patient and gentle teacher. Like many artists, she almost -never- gets paid when she teaches her art, but rather volunteers her time, teaching and often providing material for free.
She started a fundraiser to replenish her waning weaving material stock, and for just a $15 contribution, you get a miniature sash bookmark or choker.
You can visit her Facebook page here: https://www.facebook.com/WeaveYourStory
Signal boosts are appreciated!
So happy. ♥ On her page, it only had a few shares as she only recently had access to a computer at home and is just beginning her social media presence (i.e. her page Weave Your Story). I was really happy to see that my attempt to help signal boost her need for supplies has NOTES! Thank you so much to everyone who has been signal boosting, and who have donated so far. Please keep reblogging, and consider supporting this wonderful artist who has given so much to our Metis community here in SK, and now in BC (I miss her!).
This is awesome! I teach my kids basic finger weaving with yarn. I will donate for sure. Please signal boost, traditional artists need to be supported so they can continue to teach our communities.
What’s the story here with the upper right and lower left ads?
Same section of the same page of a 1926 Better Homes and Gardens.
Same clip art. Same Minnesota town. Same ad layout.
But one advertises 64 breeds and 33 years of experience, one advertises 68 breeds and 44 years of experience.
These two had to know each other. Maybe there had been a falling out and there was some bad blood there. I am dying to know the backstory behind this cutthroat Minnesota chicken rivalry.
Marlene Dietrich remembers the night of the Marilyn Monroe
Productions press conference, New York City, January 1955
I wanted to be that trace of scarlet lipstick
when you arrived, tipsy, a bit chartreuse
a subdued platinum angel, a white mink
stole. I am at heart—Come up for a drink—
a gentleman. You, a question here to seduce,
a pink thought traced by scarlet lipstick
a deer drawn to a salt lick. I am the brick-
back, brick-thrown widow of a caboose.
I lift my black veil. I drop my black mink.
To the bird, flown—we toast with a clink.
You created ‘the girl.’ “Their golden goose
is now a scarlet smudge.” Your lips stick
to the wine glass and all I can do is wink
out a song, the tricks of an aging chanteuse.
You call a cab and grab your white mink
while I play my saw, and all I can think
is I am not a myth a recluse who will recuse
you to remain a trace of scarlet lipstick
caught on the collar of a white mink.
“According to Barbara Leaming’s biography of Marilyn, Dietrich invited Monroe up for a drink at her Park Avenue apartment that night and found the sight of a lipstick trace on the collar of Marilyn’s white fur ‘maddeningly erotic.’ Dietrich’s voice lent itself well to the villanelle, perhaps the most ‘maddeningly erotic’ of the poetic forms.”
Random thought: I want there to be an app sort of like Grindr but for fandom friendships. “Here are all the geeks in your area who will talk with you about Buffy for six hours straight.”
Failing to see the problem.