#nantucket naturals

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue September 15, 1956

Melissa Weston standing on her Vespa scooter in a gray pleated day dress in Thalspun jersey from Alamac (Orlon and wool). By Nantucket Naturals. Frost Bros. Pumps by Andrew Geller.

Melissa Weston debout sur son scooter Vespa dans une robe de jour à petits plis gris en jersey Thalspun d'Alamac (Orlon et laine). Par Nantucket Naturals. Escarpins Frost Bros. d'Andrew Geller.

Photo Horst P. Horst vogue archive

[2001hz]

National Geographic (1970)

a spider's web catches dew on the edge of a pond which formed in the depression of earth left by retreating Ice Age Glaciers Located in Nantucket, Massachusetts Photography By: James Stanfied

[black-arcana]

Nantucket, Massachusetts, USA ( 📸 @kjp )

[iseultsdream]

Nov 4, 2022 - approaching the Island on Oct 26, and just before the turn into the outer harbor, with East Chop just visible on the right there, the clouds in the eastern sky suddenly opened up, and created beautiful light on the water.

[realtweet]

Siding Exterior Inspiration for a large victorian gray three-story mixed siding gable roof remodel

[revolverthemes]

Sun Room in Boston

Example of a medium-sized beach-style sunroom with a beige floor and medium-tone wood walls, no fireplace, and a standard ceiling.

[onlinesweetheart]

<3

[mariasmemo]

Open!

Today is the day!  The MMA's sites have opened for the season!

Mitchell House, Hinchman House, and the Aquarium will be open Monday-Friday 10-4PM and Saturday 10-1PM.  Information concerning Open Nights and registration for these night sky viewings can be found on the MMA website.  Programs are also now in summer mode.  We have lots to do and see so come join us!

JNLF

[belinda-amy]

Boston Music Room Living Room Inspiration for a large contemporary enclosed carpeted and blue floor living room remodel with a music area, beige walls, a media wall and no fireplace

[slut-taylorsversionnn]

hey, I love your work so much! It’s so cute and sweet! I was wondering, and if you don’t like it feel free to totally ignore it, it won’t hurt my feelings. But I was wondering how you would feel about Dad Tom. Like reader and Tom have like a little girl who he loves with his whole heart, or something like that. I don’t really know. Thx love!

i love this idea so much, tom would be such a good girl dad so here you go!

summary: tom, his wife y/n, and their three year old daughter eleanor blyth take a trip to the beach

i was so excited to see eleanor’s reaction to the beach. she had only ever been when she was a couple months old so not old enough to remember the sand or the ocean. she was so used to being raised in new york and with tom’s filming schedule we hadn’t been able to get away to one of my favorite places, nantucket. it was so gorgeous there and i had fond memories there of growing up so naturally i wanted to take eleanor there. we had flown in last night and today was our first day.

i rolled over in bed and was greeted with tom’s blue eyes. “good morning love.” tom said groggily, “are you excited for our beach day?”

“you bet! i can’t wait to have eleanor in her adorable little swim suit running around the beach.” i said grinning. tom leaned in and kissed me gently.

“i can’t wait to see you in a bikini,” he smiled and wiggled his eyebrows.

“watch in blyth, we can’t be having too much pda in front of eleanor. i know you get carried away..”

“i do not! it’s definitely you that gets carried away.” he retorted.

“well sorry if my hands can’t stay away from those gorgeous abs, all that time in the gym really shows when the shirt comes off.” i smirked.

“i’ll make you a deal, whoever gives in to a kiss first on our beach day has to cook dinner the rest of the trip.” tom said.

“oh you’re so on. you better start searching up recipes because i don’t lose blyth.” i grinned.

“DADDY!” eleanor gushed as she ran into our room and jumped on the bed.

“guess what???” she squealed.

“what is it darling?” tom said as he scooped her up into his lap.

“i had a dream that i got to swim with dolphins last night!!” eleanor told us all about her dream as her face lit up. “do you think i’ll get to swim with them in real life today?”

“only one way to find out!” i said as she crawled over to me and i swept her into a hug. “are you so excited for the beach today?”

“yeah! and daddy promised me he would build sandcastles with me and you promised you would scare the sharks off in the water.” she said animatedly.

“of course i’ll only let the dolphins swim next to us.” i said kissing her forehead.

“how about we go make some pancakes for breakfast?” tom offered.

“yes! i will be your personal helper!” exclaimed eleanor.

eleanor and tom went to the kitchen so i threw on a pink bikini with some jean shorts and an oversized shirt. tom knew i got some new clothes for this trip but man this bikini was sure to make him lose our little bet. i quickly put my hair up and made my way into the kitchen. tom had pulled up a chair to the kitchen island for eleanor to stand on so she could help mix the pancake batter. eleanor had both hands on the whisk with tom standing behind her and occasionally having to step in to help her mix.

“y/n i seriously think we have a master chef with us! eleanor i might as well be your assistant now.” tom said and that earned a giggle from eleanor. they were too cute.

we ate our breakfast and packed a picnic lunch for later and set off for the beach. luckily the little beach cottage was close enough that we could walk. unfortunately for tom, me and eleanor were a little too good at overpacking and that led tom to be hauling beach chairs and a beach bag overflowing with towels, buckets, and shovels. it was quite the sight seeing tom loaded up like a pack mule as eleanor was racing down the pathway to reach the beach.

“hurry up mommy and daddy!” eleanor squealed.

“we’re coming sweetie.” tom replied as he juggled the beach gear and picked up the pace.

“i’ll race you there el!” i shouted as i started jogging to catch up to her.

she immediately giggled and started running full speed towards the beach. once the beach was in sight i ran up behind her and scooped her up.

“i think i won that one,” eleanor beamed as she took in the waves and salt air.

“at least i beat your daddy.” i said as tom finally made it to the sand.

“well maybe if i wasn’t carrying 100 pounds of beach gear i would’ve beat you both.” tom said grinning.

i set eleanor down and helped tom set up the beach towels and chairs. i then pealed off my shorts and shirt revealing my pink bikini that hugged me in all the right places. tom stood there looking me up and down.

“it’s a little early in the day to be losing a bet.” i said slyly.

tom proceeded to peel off his shirt leaving him in just his swimming trunks. “who said i was losing?”oh my gosh he looked so fine. he just smirked at me checking out his abs, “take a picture, it’ll last longer babe.”

“you’re so full of yourself.” i retorted and rolled my eyes.

“guys come on let’s get it the water!” eleanor said running towards the ocean. me and tom went and joined her.

“now el darling, be careful and watch out for jellyfish, i don’t want my girl getting stung.” tom warned.

“ok daddy.” eleanor said and she grabbed tom’s hand and began wading into the water. eleanor made it about waist deep and then i saw tom whisper something to her and before i knew what was happening i was being splashed by eleanor and tom.

“eleanor!! why would you team up against me with daddy?” i screeched while splashing them back.

eleanor was full on belly laughing and tom couldn’t stop laughing either.

“i feel personally hurt, maybe i won’t scare off the sharks now.” i said.

“no no mommy i’m sorry we’ll get daddy back, please protect me from the sharks.” eleanor came running to give me a hug.

“better watch your back mr. blyth.” i said smirking.

eleanor wanted to go make sandcastles so tom got the buckets and shovels out and i showed eleanor how to make a good sandcastle. it basically turned into tom doing all the work and eleanor putting shells on top of the sandcastles. tom started building another one and i whispered to eleanor, “you should go knock over daddy’s sandcastle.” she giggled and began to sneak over to tom. she kicked it over and started belly laughing.

“oh eleanor you better start running!” tom teased as he started to chase after her. she ran away but tom caught her and scooped her up as she was screeching. he started tickling her and she couldn’t contain her laughter. i sat watching the two of them laughing and was so thankful for my wonderful little family.

after we ate our picnic lunch eleanor was all worn out and fell asleep curled up in her beach chair.

“does the pda count if eleanor’s asleep because you look SO good in that bikini y/n i don’t know if i can keep my hands off you much longer.” tom said.

“that depends tom, how much of a sore loser are you going to be since you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“oh i don’t even care anymore i just need to kiss you right now,” tom said as he leaned in and captured my mouth. i kissed him back and raked my hands through his brown curls. he grinned sheepishly and pulled back.

“i don’t even care if i have to cook for the whole year, i just needed to kiss you.” tom smiled and i snuggled into his chest.

after a little bit i carried sleeping eleanor back to the cottage with tom carrying the beach stuff behind me.

“i think i can say that was a successful beach trip.” i said looking back at tom.

“agreed, can’t wait to do it again tomorrow with my two favorite people.” he replied.

hope you all enjoyed, i tried to make this one a little longer! <3

[myvintagevogue]

Nantucket Natural 1959

[just-dino-maggie]

More of a tiny request, but the reader just brushing Trevor’s hair with a comb or a brush after he gets out of the shower? Maybe they’re on a beach vacation and like most long haired ladies, Trevor too can not escape the tangles salt water causes in hair. He’s having a fit over it, so the reader decides to help? Love your writing <3

This is the cutest request of all time, I love it! I hope I can do it justice. Thank you so much for the request!

Trevor and I have been to the beach dozens of times and everytime his hair becomes a mess. It’s finally the off season so we are experiencing the beautiful beaches of Nantucket. I have never experienced the Atlantic Ocean but it’s definitely a different experience compared to the Pacific. According to Trevor everyone who is bicoastal knows that the two oceans are way different. I’ve never been “bicoastal” before.

After a long day at the beach we decided to go to a nice dinner. Though I was very tempted to take a shower with Trevor we decided to take them separately with me going first. We are both covered in sand and salt so a deep clean is needed.

I take my time in the shower using shampoo twice to make sure to get the salt and grease out of my hair. When I get out of the shower Trevor gets right in after me. I take my time getting myself ready while he showers. I don’t need to do much, the sun has brought out my freckles so I just put on some mascara. I let the natural glow of my skin shine through.

When Trevor gets out of the shower I’m already in my silk dress. He’s a site to behold. He’s tanned a perfect golden and he’s bigger then he usually is from bulking in the off season. Water droplets cover his tanned skin and his usually golden hair is dark due to the wetness. I’m trying desperately not to stare at where the towel is hanging on his hips.

If I focus on his happy trail we definitely won’t make it to dinner. He smiles at me and presses a soft kiss to my lips. I’m about to walk out of the bathroom to grab some sandals when he picks up my brush and yanks his hair. He’s cursing under his breath and ripping his own hair out trying to untangle it.

I take the brush out of his hands, “Baby let me help you, you’re hurting yourself”

“I don’t know how you do this. Your hair is three times longer then mine and you brush it so easily.” He’s practically pouting. His hair is the longest it’s ever been because he’s waiting to go to Carla. Clearly he’s been having some trouble that I wasn’t aware of.

I take his towel and dry his hair so it’s no longer dripping. “Here’s the trick,” I say while grabbing a jar of product. “Put on some leave in conditioner and then brush the hair when it’s damp.” He is sitting on the toilet seat and I stand in between his legs. I take my time softly brushing out the knots in his hair. He has his hands resting on my thighs and he slowly drags them up and down while I brush.

It’s serene. I finish brushing and take a step back allowing him to finish getting ready. Before I can leave the bathroom he pulls me to him and kisses me gently. “I love you,” he says.

“I love you.” I respond resisting the urge to tangle my hands in his hair and start the process all over again.

[homomenhommes]

The painting "Not to Be Reproduced" (French: La reproduction interdite) by René Magritte is one of the most famous works by the Belgian surrealist artist. Created in 1937, this painting is a striking example of Magritte's interest in challenging perceptions and exploring the contradictions between reality and illusion.

In "Not to Be Reproduced," Magritte depicts a man standing in front of a mirror. However, the reflection in the mirror defies expectation: instead of showing the man's face, the reflection also shows the back of his head. This creates a disconcerting and surreal effect, as the viewer expects to see the man's face reflected in the mirror but is instead confronted with an impossibility.

The room depicted in the painting is sparse, with a bookshelf and a view of a landscape through a window, which further adds to the unsettling atmosphere. The book on the mantelpiece is identifiable as Edgar Allan Poe's "The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket," which adds a layer of literary allusion to the painting.

Magritte's work often plays with reality and illusion, questioning the reliability of perception and the nature of representation. "Not to Be Reproduced" is a prime example of this, presenting an impossible scenario that challenges the viewer's expectations and perceptions. The painting is not just a visual puzzle but also an invitation to ponder the nature of reality and our understanding of it.

[historia-vitae-magistras]

How did Francis and Arthur get their children? 🤔

The same way practically every bisexual millennial I know did. Accidentally knocking up a partner in their 20s and having a lot of court mandated therapy 😂.

Arthur was born in Liverpool and entered the foster system from around the age of ten with his mother's death. Grew up in the very dystopian Thatcher years until he taught himself posh English and got into the navy, then shady maritime shipping. He was about 28 when he was posted to Boston in 2004. He met Olivia Jones who's an RN with a background and specialty in social healthcare originally from Nantucket with a mixed European and Afro-indigenous (Mashpea, Aquinnah and Nantucket Wompanoag) heritage and she isn't much interested in sharing her baby boy with the random limey she had a one night stand with. She named him Alfred after her own grandfather and kind of a vague idea of Englishness because she always meant to contact Arthur eventually but never did. So she doesn't really tell him until Alfred is six and he's kind of a sickly kid with pretty severe asthma, ADHD and a brush with leukemia. She tracks Arthur down to get his medical history and see if he's a marrow match. He's been with Francis for about a year, is starting to consider Matt his own kiddo and now suddenly he's got two. And one's his. And this is an Arthur who grew up rough, working class and low-key has a massive mental breakdown because he had a kid he wasn't taking care of. He never met his own father. Liv really doesn't want much to do with him but they've got Alfred together and Arthur's making pretty good money so he's happy to do whatever he wants as long as he can see his kid and be a dad in literally any capacity she'll allow. She really doesn't trust him but they work it out eventually considering they're basically strangers. Eventually Francis and Arthur agreed to live around Boston for a few years because Olivia isn't keen to ship her only son to a foreign country until she really warms up to the whole situation.

Francis is doing a master's degree in art history part time while slowly taking over his ancestral bakery. His mother was a French literature teacher and his father was the baker. And he met Matt's bio mom, Theresa, in 2008 during the recession. She was a microbiology university drop out living on a trust fund and travelling wherever nature took her. François' was very into leftist, artistic scene at the time, a little Bohemian and they shacked up one summer having steamy tantric sex in a family cabin for months and accidentally having Matt who's about six weeks old when she takes off, suddenly realizing what parenthood means and François just keeps his kid and never contacts her family. He's slightly terrified that a court outside of Quebec will take his only child so he keeps Matt close and is determined to make a properly québécois lad out of him. Theresa died climbing K2 in 2012 and Francis is neurotic about Matt's love of nature for the rest of his life, always slightly terrified he'll do something and die like that. He met Arthur in 2010 when Matt was about two going on three and they married in 2012, Arthur formally adopting Matt and making everything legally sound.

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue June 1959

Gitta Schilling in a slightly pleated, sleeveless dress from Nantucket Naturals, in cotton and silk. Bamboo bracelets, Roger Van S. Kislav gloves. Miriam Haskell's necklaces. Lilly Daché's straw sailor top with jet bands. Ar-Ex Just Plain Red Lipstick.

Gitta Schilling dans une robe, légèrement plissée, sans manches de Nantucket Naturals, en coton et soie. Bracelets en bambou, Roger Van S. Gants Kislav. Les colliers de Miriam Haskell. La marinière en paille à bandes de jais de Lilly Daché. Rouge à lèvres Ar-Ex Just Plain Red.

Photo Irving Penn

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[melvillean-art]

OK folks, so here I am with a goal this year. Instead of doing the Inktober, I decided to spice up the game a bit and play with the unrepresentable. I am so bad at drawing first of all, and Moby-Dick just always plays with representable/unknown/unrepresentable.

So this is a challenge and expect it to be more fun than serious. The serious part of my work is clearly elsewhere (and it is about research, not me drawing).

MELVILLEANKTOBER 2023

This is the first Melvillieanktober ever (I got the idea at the end of September). The ideas behind the prompts are:

Find words relative to Moby-Dick, anything, especially proper nouns.

Find sentences that have common elements with the novel. Mix them.

Add CATS. CATS EVERYWHERE. Expect LOTS OF CATS. Mix everything.

Basically, it is: Moby-Dick, with cats, and kind of something else around. Ladies and gents and other folks, this is the Melvilleanktober.

Here are the prompts:

"The mighty whale breaches the surface, watched by curious cats." & Whale

"The determined captain sets sail, accompanied by his loyal feline friend." & Captain

"The harpoon gleams in the moonlight, casting a glow on the cat's inquisitive eyes." & Harpoon

"The ship battles treacherous waves, with a brave cat perched on the mast." & Ahab

"Sailors navigate the vast sea, while their ship's cat keeps watch." & Pequod

"A storm brews on the horizon, and cats seek shelter below deck." & Sailing

"Adventures await beyond the horizon, as cats explore the unknown." & Sea

"Obsession drives a man to madness, witnessed by his concerned cat." & Ishmael

"Seeking vengeance on the open ocean, a cat's curiosity leads the way." & Leviathan

"The crew toils tirelessly, cheered on by the ship's playful cats." & Nantucket

"In pursuit of the elusive prey, a cat's instincts sharpen." & Starbuck

"Thunder rumbles in the distance, and cats huddle close for comfort." & Queequeg

"Lost in the endless blue expanse, cats find solace in each other's company." & Whaling

"Guided by the stars above, cats navigate by celestial light." & Storm

"Courage in the face of danger, as cats stand by their human companions." & Ahoy

"A mysterious creature lurks below, captivating the ship's cats." & Ship

"The journey's end remains uncertain, but cats offer silent support." & Moby Dick

"In search of the legendary white beast, cats keep watch from the crow's nest." & White Whale

"The hunt begins at dawn, with cats as vigilant observers." & Captain's Log

"Embarking on a perilous quest, cats are part of the fearless crew." & Tattoo

"Ink etches tales of the deep, where cats play their own role." & Captain's Quarters

"Perilous encounters on the voyage, with cats as agile allies." & Whalebone

"Isolation on the boundless sea, but cats provide companionship." & Sea Shanty

"Survival against all odds, with cats sharing their warmth." & Kraken

"Nature's beauty and fury, observed through a cat's curious eyes." & Whale Oil

"Legacy of the whaling industry, cats as symbols of maritime life." & Sperm Whale

"Discovery in uncharted waters, cats explore new territories." & Whale Song

"Tragedy strikes the crew, and cats offer comfort in grief." & Nautical

"Loyalty binds the sailors, and cats are cherished shipmates." & Ship's Wheel

"Wisdom passed down through generations, including the wisdom of cats." & Scrimshaw

"Victory over the forces of nature, celebrated with the ship's feline crew." & Nantucket Island

Yes, this is un-doable, especially with my poor drawing skills. It will be fun for sure.

Yes, I'm late for the Inktobers. Who cares?