Nine TARDISes rest on the Earth with the colours of space-time shining through between them.
Tatting is a sturdy form of lacework that has been around since the Victorian era and is nearly a lost art. It is made by tying thousands of tiny knots using a shuttle. Unlike most kinds of lace, tatting will not unravel if the lace is cut.
This one-of-a-kind doily is roughly 17 inches in diameter. It is comprised of green, white, blue, and black thread, as well as two different variegated threads. Each TARDIS has eight panels (five blue and three white, indicating the windows and the “Pull to Open” sign), and a black bar with white pearlescent beads for the “Police Box” section. On top is a large iridescent bead for the TARDIS lamp.
Each section of the space-time background is unique and is adorned with random beads and picots (little loops in the thread). There are four different medium beads and five different small beads, including blue, green, yellow, white, clear, and silver. Each section also has at least one jump ring to add a bit of flare and texture.
The tatted TARDIS doily will look fantastic under a dish of bananas or a vase of roses in your own Whovian abode or that of your favourite geek. Alternatively, tatted lace is often framed and mounted on the wall to help preserve it against the elements.Available for sale here: (x)
This is the Englishest thing I’ve ever seen.
I has please?
I’m the kind of girl who fantasizes about being trapped in a library overnight.
It’s been a long time since I did my year-long outfit photo-documentation project, but occasionally I wear something that deserves a few shots. This is one.
shoes and belt: vintage
necklace: FindsandFarthings on Etsy
everything else: thrifted.
“Hey, babe? … Babe?”
This is usually how I know Erin is awake. She wakes up with a question, something I need to weigh in on. It is often urgent, plaintive, and it typically hovers around this theme: “Will I die?”
You might think this a rather philosophical start to the day, an attempt to question one’s own mortality, the hard but honest truth being Yes, you will die; everyone will die eventually. But the question here is not, “Will I die eventually,” but, “Will I die right now?” I’ve found that the truth here—No, you will not—offers little comfort, so I usually just hold her hand through the rest of her concerns: “I feel like I’m dying. My legs aren’t working. I don’t think I can get out of bed. This kitty needs me to stay here. Don’t laugh when I’m being serious.”
Mornings are hard on some of us.
Being a nice person is so fun
Waiter messes something up? You can see the relief on their faces when you don’t scream and swear at them about it
Extra tickets at an arcade/prize place? Watch a little kid’s face light up when you give them a bunch of tickets
There are too many assholes in this world. Be a nice person.