#kerig

[biglisbonnews]

Sabato De Sarno Named Creative Director at Gucci Gucci has found its new creative director: Sabato De Sarno.The decision was announced by Gucci's parent company, Italian luxury house Kerig, on Saturday, January 28. De Sarno, who is fashion director for men's and women's ready to wear at Valentino, will take the reins from Alessandro Michele, who held the position since 2015, and will be responsible for shaping the brand's creative vision across all collections.Related | Alessandro Michele Leaves Gucci"I am deeply honored to take on the role as Creative Director of Gucci," De Sarno said via a press release. "I am proud to join a House with such an extraordinary history and heritage, that over the years has been able to welcome and cherish values I believe in. I am touched and excited to contribute my creative vision for the brand."During Michele's seven-year tenure, Gucci reached a younger audience, tapping into timely cultural conversations with gender-fluid apparel and campaigns featuring the likes of Harry Styles. Ahead of his departure in November 2022, WWD reported that Michele had resisted requests "to initiate a strong design shift" towards traditional luxury consumers. Born in Naples, De Sarno appears to be a natural successor, having spent time working on Valentino, which has maintained a more traditionalist approach, under long-time creative director Pierpaolo Piccioli. Prior to Valentino, the 39-year-old did time at Parada and Dolce & Gabbana. "Having worked with a number of Italy’s most renowned luxury fashion houses, [Sabato] brings with him a vast and relevant experience," said Marco Bizzarri, President and CEO of Gucci. "I am certain that through Sabato’s deep understanding and appreciation for Gucci’s unique legacy, he will lead our creative teams with a distinctive vision that will help write this exciting next chapter, reinforcing the House’s fashion authority while capitalizing on its rich heritage."De Sarno will present his debut runway collection at Milan Women’s Fashion Week in September 2023. See the full statement below. See on Instagram Photo courtesy of Gucci https://www.papermag.com/gucci-creative-director-sabato-sarno-2659324518.html

[undergroundrockpress]

Illustration by Kerig Pope, 1969.

[chainsawpunk]

Kerig Pope illustration for December 1973 issue of Playboy magazine, 23.5 x 35 inches

[waddler13]

[toadsrbutch]

things are still being moved around but we mostly have the kitchen how we want it <3

[wosostories]

Heath Sisters PT 5 (USWNT x Teen!Reader)

Masterlist

USWNT X Teen!Reader

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I have a lot going on the last few weeks, but things have finally settled and I should be able to get back into some semblance of a writing schedule.

Summary: The first team meeting.

“We won’t tell them. Unless… It's someone at this table.” Abby said more than asked. Y/N froze and her eyes went wide at how easily they figured her out. 

“I-it might be.” Y/N grabbed her sister's hand under the table and squeezed it twice. This was their sign to one another that they were uncomfortable in their current situation. 

“Alright guys that’s enough. You can continue your speculating later.” Keriger says, stepping in before Tobin could. 

“Come on Kriegs, we're just having some fun.”

“But you're making her uncomfortable. If she doesn't want to tell you who her favorite player is then she doesn’t have to tell you.”

Abby sighed and looked at her, “Sorry kid, didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“It’s ok.” The table went back to eating their dinner and soon enough it was time for the team meeting. 

“Alright once you’ve finished up go ahead to the meeting room and we'll get camp officially started.”

Tobin turned to Y/N, “Go on up to our room. I shouldn’t be too long, but you can go ahead and start getting settled for the night.” Y/N hugs her sister and heads upstairs for the night. 

Tobin sighs as she watches her sister leave and follows the rest of her table to the meeting. 

“Hey where’s the kid?” Kelley asks as soon as Tobin walks through the door.

“I sent her up to our room. She would be bored sitting through a meeting like this. Well she would be bored sitting through any kind of meeting.”

“And you trust her not to get into any kind of trouble while she’s on her own?”

“I don’t think she’ll get into too much trouble if she's just up in our room. And on the off chance that something does happen she knows where I am.”

“She’s not you Kelley she doesn’t need to be monitored 24/7.” Sonnett adds on. 

“Hey! Not fair.” Kelley exclaimed before chasing her into the meeting room. 

When Tobin walks in she notices that the only empty seat left is up in the front, right next to coach. She holds in a sigh and takes the seat while some of her teammates snicker. 

The meeting goes over the camp schedule and outlines some of the tactics they’re hoping to use during the two friendlies against Canada. 

Jill is in the middle of talking about the formation she is hoping to use and stops abruptly as the door opens. Everyone’s head turns and they all find themselves staring at Y/N clad in her pjs. 

She sinks in on herself as soon as the eyes hit her. 

“You can come in Y/N.” Coach said. Y/N looked around and darted into the room as soon as she saw Tobin. She cuddled into Tobin’s lap and let herself be held as Jill resumed the meeting. It only took a few minutes for Y/N to fall asleep. 

Tobin sat running her fingers through her sister's hair trying to keep her focus on the meeting. It was just over an hour later that the meeting ended and the girls started heading up to bed. 

Tobin didn’t even bother to try and wake Y/N, simply lifting her into her arms and carrying her out the door. 

“You look like you do that a lot.” Cheney says as they enter the elevator. 

“She’s always liked when I’ve held her. I don’t mind. We both know she’s safe when I’m holding her.” Tobin replies. 

“Why wouldn’t she be safe?”

Tobin tightens her grip and shakes her head, “No reason. Just… Just forget I said anything.” Tobin walks out of the elevator and makes it to their hotel room.

[mr283]

Old Kerig and Maz sketch.

[mr-paul-phoenix-downer]

you strike me as a starbucks drinker

only if my dad is paying lol otherwise i stick with the kerig at home or random canned shit I find in stores

I don’t have a super strict diet in terms of eating healthy, but I try to avoid sugary shit unless I’m really saying “fuck it”

Like tonight I had Thai milk tea which was delicious but it’s not something I’ll have often.

[cutedisneygirl]

Love Online Chapter 6

The next morning Merida slept in, she didn't feel like getting up and going to church. She was awoken by Dixie licking her face.

"Okay okay, girl. I'm awake."

She pulled out her Bible, which she kept next to her and read a few chapters in Psalms. It was one of her favorite books. After reading her Bible she was about to get up and get her coffee when she got a text.

Tiffany-Here is the pic I took last night.

Merida-Aww thanks girl! I love it!

Tiffany-Your welcome girl! I have to go. It's going to be a long day. Talk to you later. Love ya

Merida-Have fun 😊Love ya too.

Merida hops out of bed grabs her glasses from her bedside table and walks into the kitchen. She fills Dixie's bowl then turns on her Kerig and gets her coffee. She grabs some yogurt from the fridge. She sits down at her table. She pulls out her phone and scrolls through Instagram. Sees a post from Chris.

Every Morning this is how it is! Especially on a lazy Sunday morning!

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️liked

Awww, I know just how that is! I awoke this morning to Dixie licking my face.

Merida posts the picture that Tiffany sent her on Instagram.

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️ My friend took this last night while we were sitting on the couch watching movies. I love it. ❤️☺️

It was only a few minutes later she sees she has two likes

Captaindork-Liked   

Liked

Merida was about to get up when she gets a message

Captaindork-Good morning beautiful.

Disneydoggrl83❤️- Good morning. Hope you slept well.

Captaindork - I did. I liked being able to sleep in. I loved that picture by the way. She is adorable. You have your work cut out for you. Training a puppy is never easy.

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️Yes I know lol. I need to get a fence built in my back yard so I can let her run free, but who knows when that will be. Building a fence isn't cheap.

Captaindork-Your right about that. I would offer to help, but of course I'm in LA and your in NC, so...

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️It's okay, but thanks for the offer. I will just start saving my money and see if I can get one at some point. Anyway. I was lazy today and slept in when I normally would get up and go to church, but I didn't want to get up. 🥺

Captaindork- its okay to have those days every once in a while. You probably needed the sleep.

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️I guess I did. I was tired. I did read my Bible though, so it wasn't totally bad that I missed church ☺️

Captaindork-☺️Have plans for the rest of the day?

Disneydoggrl83❤️Not really. Just being lazy. LOL

Captaindork-I love days like that. It would cool if we could be lazy together ☺️

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️Yes that would be fun. ☺️

Captaindork-What are you doing at the moment?

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️Nothing really. Just sitting at my table drinking my coffee

Captaindork-☺️video call?

Merida smiles and runs her fingers through her hair and removes her glasses and lays them next her on the table.

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️sure

Merida accepts the video call from Chris

"Well good morning beautiful!"

Merida smiles. "Good morning."

"So you're a coffee drinker huh?"

"Yep!"

"How do you like it? Black?"

"No! Yuck! I have to have creamer in it. Sometimes sugar."

Chris laughs.

"Let me guess you drink yours plain?"

"Yes."

"Brave. I can't stand it like that. I've tried many times to drink it plain but I just can't do it."

"I guess it's an acquired taste."

"Yeah."

Then Dixie is beside Merida and sits looking up at her and barks. Merida looks down at her.

"Did Dixie just bark?"

"Yes."

Merida leans down and picks her up and holds her in her lap. "Dixie meet Chris."

Dixie looks at the screen and barks.

"Hey Dixie! Aren't you a cutie!"

Dixie barks again. "I think she likes you." Merida laughs.

Just then there is another bark.

"Well I guess Dodger heard her bark and had to come check it out." Chris says moving the screen so Merida sees Dodger who is now on the couch next to him.

"Hey Dodger! Hey boy!"

Dodger barks and then Dixie barks.

Merida and Chris both laugh. "I think they might just like each other." Merida laughs again.

"Maybe. What do you think boy?"

Dodger looks at Chris then back at the screen and barks.

Chris laughs.

Dixie starts barking like crazy. "Dixie, woh girl. Calm down. It's okay."

"I better go so I can let Dodger out. I think he wants a walk."

"Yeah I need to take Dixie out too."

"I'll talk to you later."

"Alright later. Thanks for talking to me and hanging out with me." Merida smiles.

"Your welcome. It was fun meeting Dixie."

"Bye Chris."

"Bye Merida."

Chris ends the call and Merida takes Dixie outside and lets her run a little. She makes sure she keeps her eye on her. Dixie doesn't go far she always comes right back to Merida. Merida spends the rest of the day reading and just relaxing. She dreads having to go back to work the next day but she knows it won't be long and she will going to LA for Chris's movie premiere.

Over the next few weeks and months Merida stays busy with work. She talks to Chris most days during nap time. They text back and forth and in the evenings they video call each other. Merida knows she is starting to fall for Chris. She tries to be careful and not let him know. She knows she would never fit into his world or lifestyle. They live two different worlds and are miles apart. Then it's July the month of Chris's movie. One evening Merida has just gotten home and is greeted by Dixie at the door when her phone goes off.

She pulls it out and sees a message from Chris.

Captaindork-Your flight is July 26 at 8:00 am. You will go to the ticket counter and tell them your name Disneydoggrl83 and she will give you your ticket. Once you land in LA you will go to the hotel Sunset Marquis. Once you get there go to the counter and again tell them your name and they will give your key.  ☺️ Let me know when you get there and I will give you more information. The premire is the next day at 6:30 pm.

"Dixie! Oh my gosh! We are meeting Chris! Well, I am. You will have to stay here. But oh my gosh!"

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️Okay thanks. I look forward to it. You really didn't have to go to all this trouble.

Captaindork-It wasn't any trouble. I don't mind at all. Anything for a beautiful girl, fan and friend ☺️

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️☺️😯Oh my gosh!

Capataindork-What? What's wrong?

Disneydoggrl83 ❤️I just realized I have nothing to wear to the preimre!

Captaindork-Don't worry about that. I will take care of that too. You just be there ☺️

Disneydoggrl83❤️Chris. You don't have to do that.

Captaindork-Merida, I don't mind really. I want to. ☺️

Disneydoggrl83❤️Fine. Your too sweet ☺️

Captaindork-☺️I will talk to you later. I need to go walk Dodger, he has been cooped up all day. I just got home.

Disneydoggrl83❤️okay, later

After Merida fed and let Dixie out she called Tiffany and told her all that Chris had told her. Tiffany couldn't believe it.

"Are you serious? That is a really fancy hotel! Girl is this really happening? Is it for real? Are you sure this isn't a joke and he's playing us?"

"Tiff, I'm sure. It's really Chris and he is not playing us. This is real and it is happening! It won't be long and we will be leaving and heading to LA."

"Oh my gosh! Wow! I still don't believe it, but I trust you. I just hope this isn't a mistake and this turns out badly."

"It's won't I promise."

Merida was taking off Friday July 26 and Tiffany was spending the night with her. The girls were both excited. Merida was nervous and Tiffany was too but she was more nervous because she was still not believing that is really Chris Evans.

[mwsrwritings]

Tip For The Day

Kerig coffee holder turned into a playdough holder.

[wtchwtch]

TT003_Transcript

TT003: The Basement Door

This is a fanmade transcript, please let me know if you see any errors.

TT003

(Intro music)

(Tape recorder sounds)

D: So it's recording now?

Cole: Yeah.

D: Eh- okay. W-why are we doing this on cassette?

Cole: We already talked about this. It's so listeners can get the most authentic experience possible so they know exactly what the exchange is like.

D: Yeah. But can we just record it, like on good audio on the computer?

Cole: We could, but...

D: Because this looks like a lot of hassle just to get the right feel and, and tape's still running. Are people gonna hear this or are you gonna edit it out? Cuz that's just another thing to add to the list.

Cole: Seriously, don't worry about it. It looks more complicated than it is and no, no one's going to hear this part. I'll edit this out before we release it. All you have to worry about is pushing the record button and reading the story.

D: And why aren't we just taking the prerecorded ones and putting those up?

Cole: Because I want the listeners to get to know us a little bit first.

D: I really don't think anyone's gonna care.

Cole: Maybe not, maybe they will. Besides, I have stacks and stacks of scanned copies of handwritten submissions, and if we only showcase the ones people have submitted pre-recorded, we'd run out too fast.

D: Okay. And can you do it then?

Cole: No.

D: Why not?

Cole: Uh, cuz I have an important appointment.

D: What sort of appointment?

(Tape recorder sounds)

D: Entry? Uh, 003. Submitted on lined paper and written in black ballpoint pen original exchange dated September 3rd, 2002, written by Samuel Kerig.

It's tough growing up. When I was young, my parents were everything to me. When you're small, your parents can solve anything. They aren't afraid of the dark. They know what bumps in the night and they love you despite how much you ask them for help.

At some point that changes, I think it started for me with a hesitation. At some point, I hesitated, and instead of asking my parents to scare away the monsters in the night, I turned on the light myself. And it turned out I was capable of the same magic that dissolved the monsters in the light. I didn't need my parents as much anymore.

I can't remember how old I was when it happened. It just happened. Instead of asking for help, I just stubbornly figured it out myself. Problem is the more you figure out, the more you learn that parents don't always know how to solve the problem. When I learned that little fact about the world, it was like all at once, all the protection they provided was gone, and there I was afraid and alone and figuring out how to protect myself. That made me lose faith in them. I still loved them of course, I could never, not love them. Just made me question them more. I didn't just accept what they said. I, I questioned every answer.

Even if I didn't argue with them out loud, I would in my head, Why can't I just clean my dishes in the morning? I'd ask. Rats, they'd say. I've never seen a rat in my damn life, I'd reply angrily, but not out loud. I knew my constant questions and arguing, annoyed them, and every so often I'd see a little glint of a tear in my mom's eye, or a look of rejection turning the corner of my dad's mouth into a frown.

It's like they knew that I didn't trust them blindly like I had when I was younger. Getting old and growing up was tough for me in a lot of ways, but it was tough for them too. They were usually understanding though, and only ever once got angry with me. All my life, there was only one rule that I absolutely could not and would not ever break.

"Son, you are never to open the basement door. You hear me, boy?" I can still feel his fingers gripping my arm like they were made of snakes wrapping all the way around and cutting off the blood until my fingers were numb. "You are never to open the basement door. If you do, bad things will happen. You don't need to know more, so don't ever ask. Don't even so much as look at that damn door. Your mom and I can go through the basement door, but you can never, ever go yourself. You'll die if you do. And you mean the world to me, but if you ever go through that door, I can't help you son."

I thought he was angry at the time, but looking back, I think he was afraid. Whatever was locked behind the basement door had him scared stiff. For years, I would imagine all sorts of monsters behind that door. They'd be big and ugly with drool falling from their lips, and eyes that cried blood, and they'd roar so loud, but the magic of the door would keep me safe. And mom and dad would keep me safe. I imagined it so many times, it all became real to me until one day it just wasn't.

I don't know when it was exactly, but I began questioning what they told me about the door, like so many other things. I convinced myself I needed to find out the truth for myself like I had with so many other things. I tried to let it go. I truly did, but I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried to stop staring at the door, every time I faced it, I heard a little voice in my head saying, "Open the door."

"What if it's locked?" I asked myself. "Then kick it. Kick it over and over until that damn door breaks and crawl through." I waited till bedtime. I hugged my dad and my mom and laid down in bed. I put my head onto my pillow and through the slits of my squinted eyes, I watched as my parents opened the basement door and walked on through like they did every single night after I went to sleep.

Still though, I waited. Closing my eyes and trying to open my ears, trying to listen to their fading footsteps, counting the seconds I thought it would take them to be far enough away until I made my break for the door. Finally I got up. Stepping quietly I ran across the room and climbed the stairs to the basement door.

I turned the handle, but the door was locked. "Kick it." Said that nagging voice in my head, "Kick it down quickly. Now quickly." So I did. I kicked that door over and over. It was so loud. I knew whatever monster was on the other side of that door would be awake and waiting. And I could feel the springs in my legs ready to run.

Just far enough in before heading back, just to find out what was on the other side of that door. Finally my foot broke through the door and I pushed myself through the hole. The broken wood scratched me as I crawled through, and then just as I got on the other side... Nothing. It was cold. Above me was a large white orb that shone against black, and all around it were smaller, brighter, twinkling lights.

And there were no monsters. I don't remember what I was thinking, but I just started walking. And that's when I started walking towards the Flat Stone River in the distance, where you found me, officer.

(Tape recorder sounds)

D: I don't know why, but I didn't stop to think during that submission whether or not the basement door led down or up. I guess that's because Samuel, the writer, only referred to the door as the basement door, which usually means you're heading into the basement and not out. Pretty clever little twist.

Something about the way it ended though, that felt more like a statement you'd give the police, like if you didn't know just how much or how little detail to add.

I don't know why, but I, I feel like Samuel was trying to justify the parent's actions or... no, not, not justify, but they wrote it sympathetically to the parents, like growing up and losing trust was a betrayal to them. I don't know. I wonder what inspired this.

Oh, and Cole, I'm not sure if you wanted us to give our thoughts on the story at the end or not, but you can just edit it out if you don't want it.

Okay, well, I guess that's it then.

(Tape recorder sounds)

Mark: Tiny Terrors is an anthology horror podcast produced by Pulp Audio and licensed under a creative commons attribution, non-commercial sharealike 4.0 international license.

D: This episode was directed by Cole Weavers with sound production by Mike LeBeau.

Cole: This episode featured B. Narr and Cole Weavers.

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Mark: And finally, thanks for listening.

[mysterymirrors]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage 80s Chanel Paris Bodycon Emroidered Tank Dress - Navy/Gold - M.

[undergroundrockpress]

Illustration : Kerig Pope, 1973.

[jaimelire-france]

Les Chouans est un récit historique authentique, haletant et poignant des guerres de Vendée de Pierre-Marie de Kerigant.

[bittersweetastoria]

The ac was broke yesterday so I did nothing but melt all day. Today, it’s cool and I could write or edit - but instead I killed three hours cleaning up someone else’s mess and now my back is killing me.. ugh. I hate everything. My janky back most of all tbh. Bc now I’m stuck laying down till the pain chills out.

On the only plus side besides it not being hotter than satans ballsack.. I got to the kerig and cleaned it up before moving it where my short ass can get to it easier and now I can have coffee whenever I want! Yay me.

[peytonerickson]

Bottom Pocket of Coffee Bag and Coffee Filter Progress

Yesterday, I finished sewing up my bottom pocket and making two coffee filters. I made one a little smaller than the other, giving the impression of a kerig sized one as well as a coffee machine sized one. I used some scraps I had left over (because I have a lot) to make the coffee filters. For the bottom pocket, I sewed around cardboard to give it more stability and sturdiness. I thought this would help the bag stand up by itself better and be more reliable holding valuable things. For the coffee filters, I sewed around a wire with the cloth to give it more stability. 

I’m pretty happy with how these pieces turned out, I just wish the bottom pocket had cleaner lines, and fit nicer in the top portion of the bag. I also wasn’t sure how I would attach the pocket to the bag, as my initial idea didn’t really look that good or work as nicely as I’d hoped. I ended up just sewing the back portion of the pocket to the bag. When opened, it just hangs which could be an issue and would have to be resolved.