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I was gutted when one of my favourite dresses got damaged. Then, my sewing teacher's brilliant mind and magical hands came up with this solution. Sewing is an art. 💙✨️

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'When the sun shone, the poison flower breathed cold And spread a chilly mist of dull disgrace.' -Mary Elizabeth Coleridge 🎨Anna Billing #BookWormSat

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'Come and let us seek together Springtime lore of daffodils, Giving to the golden weather Greeting on the sun-warm hills.' ~L. M. Montgomery 🎨Lawrence Alma-Tadema #BookWormSat

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'The sun, that fills with light each glistening fold, Shall set, and leave thee dark and cold' -William Cullen Bryant 🎨Wilhelm Bernatzik (detail) #BookWormSat

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‘Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green Or where his beams may not dissolve the ice; In temperate heat where he is felt and seen’ ~ . Henry Howard. #BookWormSat 🖼️ Eight-Fold Screen Painting of the Sun, Moon and Peach Trees, Treasure of South Korea, C19th.

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'Then I remembered that night is the fairies’ day, and the moon their sun; and I thought—Everything sleeps and dreams now: when the night comes, it will be different.' -George MacDonald. 🎨Asako Eguchi #BookWormSat

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“The sea, like a crinkled chart, spread to the horizon, and lapped the sharp outline of the coast, while the houses were white shells in a rounded grotto, pricked here and there by a great orange sun.” ✍️Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca #BookWormSat 🎨Trees, Yellow Sky and Sun by Lena Owens

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Reading this hauntingly beautiful collection from @signemaene.com and highly recommend! #FolkloreThursday

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'I am drunk with the honey wine Of the moon-unfolded eglantine, Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls. The bats, the dormice, and the moles Sleep in the walls or under the sward Of the desolate castle yard.' -Percy Bysshe Shelley 🎨Florence Vernon #BookWormSat

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‘Why did dogs make one want to cry? There was something so quiet and hopeless about their sympathy. Jasper, knowing something was wrong, as dogs always do.’ ~ Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca. #BookWormSat 🖼️ Theodor Petter, 1841.

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'Lie down—lie down!—my trusty hound! Death comes, and we must part— In my dull ear strange murmurs sound— More faintly throbs my heart' -The Dying Hunter to his Dog, Susanna Moodie. 🎨Joseph Stevens #BookWormSat

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'Lovely ferns of ice all over the windows of the Blue Castle. Moonlight on birches in a silver thaw. Ragged shadows on windy evenings - torn, twisted, fantastic shadows.' -L.M. Montgomery 🎨George Wilson #BookWormSat

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"It came with the wind through the silence of the night, a long, deep mutter, then a rising howl, and then the sad moan in which it died away. Again and again it sounded, the whole air throbbing with it, strident, wild, and menacing." ✍️Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles #BookWormSat

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The Menin Gate Memorial to the Missing in Ypres where more than 54 000 Commenwealth soldiers are commemorated. The memorial is huge, but it was still too small to list all of the names of those who had fallen.

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‘Looking out of an open window was a spaniel, black apart from his muzzle, which was grey with age. ‘Good morning,’ he said most courteously. ‘Can I be of any help to you, my dear?’ This #BookWormSat celebrates Dodie Smith’s birthday with the literature of dogs and castles.

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This one is by my grandfather. He didn't remember when he painted it, but while we looked at it, he beamed and said it was his favourite painting. He said that it felt as if the birds were alive, and I have to agree with him

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Witch bottles were a folk magic practice in England and the United States that involved burying bottles to counter against witchcraft. They were often prepared by a folk healer and filled with urine, pins, needles, hair, red thread, and red wine. #WyrdWednesday #Walpurgisnacht

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1/3 In a Flemish folktale, two people stumbled upon dancing witches, cats, and ghosts. They had, no doubt, heard the tales around the fireplace and knew that the worst thing they could do was to stay and watch, but they did so anyway. 🎨Arthur Rackham #WyrdWednesday

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Witches presenting wax dolls to the devil, featured in The History of Witches and Wizards circa. 1720. Look how pleased he is with his lil' dolls! #WyrdWednesday

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'But now they drift on the still water, Mysterious, beautiful; Among what rushes will they build, By what lake's edge or pool Delight men's eyes when I awake some day To find they have flown away?' -W.B. Yeats 🎨Arnold Böcklin #BookWormSat

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Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” Poe’s The Raven 1845 #BookWormSat 💙📚 🖼️ Audubon’s Birds of America 1823-39

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Withered branch where a crow has settled autumn nightfall - Matsuo Basho (1644-1604) #BookWormSat 🎨Yanagi ni karasu

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'But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.' -John Keats 🎨Joseph Severn #BookWormSat

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'Carry my poem, this heronning, a plea for tenderness, a new beginning.' @signemaene.com opens this week's #BookWormSat with magical words penned by our wonderful co-host @racheldeering.bsky.social. 🎨Frank Weston Benson

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‘It's fierce, an' it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me right. And that's why it's great.’ ~ Barry Hines, A Kestrel for a Knave. This #BookWormSat will wear feathers and take flight with the birds of literature. Do join us. 🪶 🖼️ Basil Ede

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Yup, he's judging me.

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New poem: The Heronning www.abctales.com/story/onemor... 🖼️ Hans Thoma

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Latest project from sewing class, and I'm rather happy to report that this will probably be the only pair of trousers I will ever sew. Back to my 1940s skirt, which is admittedly taking me ages, but it's progressing. 😊

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