Post by pup on May 25, 2006 7:43:22 GMT -5
mending (hemmed a skirt, a small tare in a top and hole in a shawl).
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(06:57:05 )
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is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: follows you to the porch and pickes up the basket of mending on the way watching the day opening a head as i lowered down sitting crossed legged as the kirtle drapes and covers every thing over rounded knees smiling at you as i picked up a skirt looking at it carefully to see what was wrong with it
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(07:00:01 )
nura{Nyah}
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Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: smiles as i sat there quietly noticing it was the hem that needed re hemming, placing the skirt neatly in my lap as i looked for matching threads and a slender needle quickly threading the needle sorting out where to start i quickly begin to sew pressing the needle through the material
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(07:04:40 )
nura{Nyah}
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Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: The needle moved through, wrapping the thread around the needle making sure it didn’t tangle as I pick up a couple strands of the weave of the fabric, then quickly drawing the thread through, then repeating, working quickly and swiftly, making sure as I stitched the hem was neat and tidy, tilting my head slightly shoulders slightly curved around in front, as I hummed away to myself.
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(07:13:23 )
nura{Nyah}
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Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: The hem slipped down, the needle moves as my fingers directed it, thread growing short with each stitch, smiling softly as I worked away making sure each stitch was the same, tugging slightly on the needle as I slowly come to the end, repeating a small stitch as I end the thread off, using my teeth to break the thread, placing the needle between my lips, folding the skirt up and placing it beside me, lifting up a top, noticing a small rip, holding it tightly within my hands glancing out from beneath a fine veil of hair.
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(07:22:47 )
nura{Nyah}
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Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: Thinking for a moment, trying to work out, the best way to repair the tear, moving it about in the hands, holding it carefully, lifting up the reel of thread, pulling the length out letting the thread pulled it over the fabric, breaking off the right amount, quickly threading the needle then carefully tying a knot at the end, slowly drawing the fabric together, smiling as the tear was slowly closed, as the needle slipped in and out. watching apple as she bathed in the warm sun enjoying the sun and the sounds of the birds and animals the laughter of the children as they slowly awaken
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(07:37:28 )
nura{Nyah}
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Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: Seeing the tear coming together, humming softly, the needle moving in and out, catching the soft fabric, smiling, enjoying the warmth of the sun, *apple what is the winter like here?* not sure if you been here for the winter or not. Doing a few more stitches, working the thread back through weaving the tip of the needle in and out, breaking the thread with my teeth. Lips slip apart as the needle rested between, folding the top and places it on the skirt.
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(08:06:57 )
nura{Nyah}
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Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: eyes shimmering as the day light catches them lifting up a shawl
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(08:19:10 )
nura{Nyah}
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Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: Laying the heavy shawl across my lap, the soft pads of my fingers running over the surface, a warm smile crossed my lips, placing the thread back within the basket as I look for slightly thicker yarn of the same or similar colour, picking up the yarn then lowering it down then up again smiling softly, as I had laid it against the shawl to make sure the colour would be similar, taking the thin needle from between my lips placing it within the basket, tips of the nails lightly raking through the basket seeing a thicker needle picking it up, swiftly threading the needle hand moves to the shawl gathering it up then carefully the tip of the needle enters the shawl and slowly I begin to weave the magic of the needle
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(08:36:54 )
nura{Nyah}
Restricted by order
Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to ALL: The needle moved through the fabric, the needle tip weaved in and out, turning then back again repeating until the hole was covered within the weaving of the fresh yarn, turning the shawl slightly round then letting the needle move in and out once more, softly humming, until there was a fresh layer of stitching to cover the hole so it was no longer to be seen, the rows going one way then going back over the top smiling at the even weave of the thread matching to fabric, so it looked good and new, working the thread within the weave of the fabric, until I knew there would be no more. Using a small pair of scissors cutting the yarn, returning the yarn to the basket with the needle, carefully folding up the shawl placing it on the top of the basket, then placing the skirt and top on the shawl, brushing the palms of my hands and resting back, letting my cross legs unfold and straighten out wriggling my toes.
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(06:57:05 )
nura{Nyah}
Restricted by order
Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: follows you to the porch and pickes up the basket of mending on the way watching the day opening a head as i lowered down sitting crossed legged as the kirtle drapes and covers every thing over rounded knees smiling at you as i picked up a skirt looking at it carefully to see what was wrong with it
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(07:00:01 )
nura{Nyah}
Restricted by order
Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: smiles as i sat there quietly noticing it was the hem that needed re hemming, placing the skirt neatly in my lap as i looked for matching threads and a slender needle quickly threading the needle sorting out where to start i quickly begin to sew pressing the needle through the material
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(07:04:40 )
nura{Nyah}
Restricted by order
Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: The needle moved through, wrapping the thread around the needle making sure it didn’t tangle as I pick up a couple strands of the weave of the fabric, then quickly drawing the thread through, then repeating, working quickly and swiftly, making sure as I stitched the hem was neat and tidy, tilting my head slightly shoulders slightly curved around in front, as I hummed away to myself.
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(07:13:23 )
nura{Nyah}
Restricted by order
Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: The hem slipped down, the needle moves as my fingers directed it, thread growing short with each stitch, smiling softly as I worked away making sure each stitch was the same, tugging slightly on the needle as I slowly come to the end, repeating a small stitch as I end the thread off, using my teeth to break the thread, placing the needle between my lips, folding the skirt up and placing it beside me, lifting up a top, noticing a small rip, holding it tightly within my hands glancing out from beneath a fine veil of hair.
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(07:22:47 )
nura{Nyah}
Restricted by order
Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: Thinking for a moment, trying to work out, the best way to repair the tear, moving it about in the hands, holding it carefully, lifting up the reel of thread, pulling the length out letting the thread pulled it over the fabric, breaking off the right amount, quickly threading the needle then carefully tying a knot at the end, slowly drawing the fabric together, smiling as the tear was slowly closed, as the needle slipped in and out. watching apple as she bathed in the warm sun enjoying the sun and the sounds of the birds and animals the laughter of the children as they slowly awaken
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(07:37:28 )
nura{Nyah}
Restricted by order
Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: Seeing the tear coming together, humming softly, the needle moving in and out, catching the soft fabric, smiling, enjoying the warmth of the sun, *apple what is the winter like here?* not sure if you been here for the winter or not. Doing a few more stitches, working the thread back through weaving the tip of the needle in and out, breaking the thread with my teeth. Lips slip apart as the needle rested between, folding the top and places it on the skirt.
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(08:06:57 )
nura{Nyah}
Restricted by order
Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: eyes shimmering as the day light catches them lifting up a shawl
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(08:19:10 )
nura{Nyah}
Restricted by order
Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to apple{Hul}MuteHulneth GR: Laying the heavy shawl across my lap, the soft pads of my fingers running over the surface, a warm smile crossed my lips, placing the thread back within the basket as I look for slightly thicker yarn of the same or similar colour, picking up the yarn then lowering it down then up again smiling softly, as I had laid it against the shawl to make sure the colour would be similar, taking the thin needle from between my lips placing it within the basket, tips of the nails lightly raking through the basket seeing a thicker needle picking it up, swiftly threading the needle hand moves to the shawl gathering it up then carefully the tip of the needle enters the shawl and slowly I begin to weave the magic of the needle
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(08:36:54 )
nura{Nyah}
Restricted by order
Hulneth Island GRP
is on the porch with various chairs looking over the lands and says to ALL: The needle moved through the fabric, the needle tip weaved in and out, turning then back again repeating until the hole was covered within the weaving of the fresh yarn, turning the shawl slightly round then letting the needle move in and out once more, softly humming, until there was a fresh layer of stitching to cover the hole so it was no longer to be seen, the rows going one way then going back over the top smiling at the even weave of the thread matching to fabric, so it looked good and new, working the thread within the weave of the fabric, until I knew there would be no more. Using a small pair of scissors cutting the yarn, returning the yarn to the basket with the needle, carefully folding up the shawl placing it on the top of the basket, then placing the skirt and top on the shawl, brushing the palms of my hands and resting back, letting my cross legs unfold and straighten out wriggling my toes.
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