#canastas

[wgm-beautiful-world]

[calendulacraft]

Experimentando con artesanías nuevas ::

Con las plantas fibrosas que crecen por alredador de los estanques estoy encontrando un uso. Acá está mi segundo intento a hacer una canasta a mano, creo que salió bastante bien y que he encontrado mi llamada de la vida 🌿💚

[mindclipper]

canastas cestería cocina tradicional casa agua santa

[mexicanoalegre]

#photography #mobilephotography #Puebla #Mexico #streetphotography #sunny #Sky #day #sunny #amateurphotography #streetphotographymexico #tianguis #mercado #centraldeabastos #alimentos #Halloween #diademuertos #canastas #canasta #basket (at Puebla, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkTxBFYppYZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[acmeoop]

You Wouldn’t Dare “Drip-Along Daffy” (1951)

[viejospellejos]

¡Premio doble!

[archeolatry]

Go take a look at this beautiful trove of old SparkSound magazines someone is selling on eBay. For the price they might as well be made out of gold, but the seller's been nice enough to take big, largely readable photos of so many of the issues. Is there a similar digital hoard of scanned versions? I'd love to see more! (I've seen photo pages in full but only snippets of the rest.) The absolute like... raw, sloppy, fanzine chaos of these as as official publications from a major label band is blowing my fucking mind, even if it is just for the fan club. It's literally their mom cutting and pasting and cramming mentions from both Melody Maker and TV Guide onto an A3 sheet of paper, layouts be damned. The apostrophe on her typewriter is broken for a couple issues but she carries on with an asterisk. She's also around 60 by this point and banging this out to an audience of hundreds or thousands like it's a local Kiwanis club newsletter. But she's doing it with gusto, by gum, and it's punk as hell. The best thing about it is that the lack of style is made up for by the absolute top-tier access to the band, and her being surprisingly on top of pertinent details.

For those of you who weren't in a fandom before the internet, those behind-the-scenes photos were like your favorite band's proof of life. There was no Instagram or Twitter, or anything that proved they existed between national TV appearances and touring in your area (besides those mentions in Melody Maker anyway). If you were lucky, your fandom had the capacity to trade videotapes and people in Scranton could see local TV appearances in Los Angeles and vice-versa. If you were really lucky they weren't all copies of copies with potato quality sound and video. Likewise, if you wanted the 12" extended European dance mix of a song with a B-side unavailable in the US, you had to either special order it somewhere and pay through the nose, hope it was in the imports section of a record store (and still pay through the nose), or you had to trade cassettes or burned CDs and hope the other person didn't flake on you. The fact that she's saying "Don't go running to the import section yet, the single will be out on ____ record label on this date with this track listing" is WAY more info than we usually got from our official sources. All "Mary Martin" needed to do for exclusive content was take pictures of her sons on vacation. On one page she's absolutely dunking on Russell them in wry cut-and-paste captions and on another she is the perfect hype man, telling people shows at The Greek Theater are gonna sell out so get your tickets early (but hold your horses on travelling- they're working on Japanese dates for September so you may not need to fly to the US). The personal thank-yous! The CARE! *slams fist on table* If any other band had their mom as the head of their fan club it'd be the most contrived shit in the universe, a complete lie, or both. I fucking love these guys.

[intomore]

Flor Garduño, "Canasta de Luz, Period Basket of Light", 1989,

BnF, Prints and photography,

© Flor Garduño

[strid3rofthen0rth]

An emergency convocation of the crew was held at a centralized bar tonight to commiserate with and console our buddy who filed for divorce after 26 years on Monday. The details of which are absolutely wild, but I won't speak about that publicly, other than to say I'm surprised an old wealthy guy doesn't run away with a young, pretty Instagram reiki healer more often.

We got him to laugh, joked about how we're going to be the best group of wingmen in history to help get him laid once he's free from her. The crass shit dudes say, and believe, to bond and get through it all.

We all had a couple beers and a burger, slipped into the old college stories, and the temptation to run one hung in the air filled with laughter and camaraderie. On the precipice of a gleeful, beer soaked bacchanal. But we're old and responsible now, all driving home with work in the morning, so no party times tonight.

As we stepped out into a sputtering drizzle, the bestie flung his arm over my shoulder and said something to me that made me guffaw like an idiot.

"You know that feeling when you're clicking with a woman you've just met, when the flirting is perfect and you realize it's there, hanging in the air, 'Oh, it's on. This is gonna happen.'

"That was us in there just now. But with beer. We could've fucked, but we held back, and now we'll never know what could've been."

Ok, philosophical bro. Easy.

[anxiously-kk]

i’m not joking when i say i’d be so down to watch a season of golden big brother like i just feel like that could be so funny jdjfjd

[wgm-beautiful-world]

STRAWBERRIES FIELD

[beej-bones]

I did a screenshot Redraw of Angstrom and Canasta (a friend and my lamb ocs) and I’m still surprised with how this came out

[callmeanxietygirl]

El único ciclista que tiene ni corazón y ni respeto 😬😍

Somos Chilangos

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

barty wins canasta like it's his job

[welele]

La belleza no está en la canasta.