feeling of touch… either you feel it seducung you or you feel it harassing you… in some fabrics you float and in some you “manage”… A fabric is also the string in a relationship. You sometime feel the fabric making you feel in love with the garment that the ralationship is adorning at that time and at other times you think its just making you suffer being in it…
touched it lightly and seemed silky with little plush knobs in an invisible pattern discernible only by touch cool and sensuous wanting to cover my body with it, naked falling down into a garden of flowers in the spring warmth and fresh air covering me where the fabric didn’t meet my skin. joyful rolling over the grassy mound in the forest, the trees filtering light in random patterns on the fabric, my eyes making eternal photographs of them for future pleasure
is the color that binds peoples lives together, not wanting to reach out and tear it, or you can stick around and make it yours. dresses, shirts, hats, whatever you want it to be you can make it. or you can take the others that you have and tear it to pieces along with everything else you have decided to create or destroy. it’s the one way that we can all find out what it is we’re meant for, and this way we don’t have to worry about life. supposedly.
My fiends think i’m an idiot. I love them. I don’t hate anyone. I just want to be taken seriously. life isn’t love. life isn’t anything. it is what you make it because you’re just dying, over and over, forever.
fabric is a material that you can make many different things out of. For instance you can make clothing, ranging from pants, shirts to couture gowns. Other items that you can use fabric for is furniture like covering couches and chairs, come people even like to get creative and use it for arty things like canvas covers for wall art.
the fabric of society, really? what exactly qualifies a material, an action, a person or community or a combination of all to be the fabric of society? I’m not sure am at all comfortable with the concept of the being the material which society is made of, regardless of whether I choose to be part of the society in the first place.
The curtains took his soul. He was entranced their fabric covered him. He draped himself in their sun warmed body. He came immediately. All when his girlfriend walked back in the room. Seeing him in the fetal position she puked.
It was red and blue, faded but still vibrant with the pattern that was so familiar. It had been years since we had looked at that pattern, and years since we thought about how much we loved it. Actually, I don’t know if we ever did think about that. I think that kind of memory is so sacred because it isn’t planned at all. There was no way of knowing at the time how much one piece of fabric could change all of our lives.
The softness was intimidating.
More than the wool itself.
He ate the sheep and the sheep ate him
There was no regrets. They both felt
like they hade done something special.
I didn’t expect to feel you split
from the shaking pears in the cleft of your hand,
Webbed cotton that drew me away
So time sews you seamless with the pittance you possess
Coldly worn in a crisp pressed cloak.
intensely she clasped the fabric, until it tore. There was nothing else carrying her from the freight train but her blouse. She had no where to go, and the train was throwing her from her path, snap. The fabric cut and she was tossed. It was if she could not seeee
A puddle of expensive fabrics on the floor, and a naked girl in my bed. Most men would be happy enough with that arrangement. Trouble was, I didn’t know who she was or where she came from. And that meant I didn’t trust her.
“Want to play?” she giggled coquettishly.
“Not now.” I replied. “Who are you?”
The gun appeared in my face so quick I could barely see the movement. “I don’t take no for an answer.”
is is what stuff is made off. Actually it’s better to describe clothing, you know, clothing is made of fabric. But i believe that clothing is so much part of our lives now that when we use the term “fabric” we can apply it to the most basic part of anything, a part that presents a pattern that repeats itself indefinitely.
what is it about fabric that makes you just want to roll around and girgle i know when i wake up i cant get enough of that shit i mean its just like a cacoon and how the hell do you spell that anyway coocoon? thats not right either and this damn timer
soft, denim, flowery, lined, curtains, scarlet making a dress out of the curtians in her living room. egyptian cotton. white silk sheets with puffy white pillows.
batik from india with bees wax very beautiful and thick, rich colours. Calico reminds me of icing also thick looks very natural, organic, looks recycled. Good for the environment. True Blue
the fabric of life is full of downflls and uphealves i dont know what the fuck i am writing but this is what the direction said. this word fabric who cares what the fuck it means although i think it is an important word that may mean anything and that may explain the feel of everything it is applied to. in that sense it is quite universal and a commonly occuring word. although it is not specific at all. it is rather boringly shallow.
How has the concept of fabric become such a popular metaphor for life? It is a vague word: something manufactured or made, from synthetic or natural materials. It does not exist without being worked. It may be rough or smooth. . .
The fabric of space and time. Lost between the inches of sublime unimaginable feats. Let’s begin with the beginning and stop when the fuel runs out. The fires burn rigid on our beaten hearts. Camp near the exits for quick retreat. All the lint of life shows up on the fabric of existence.
fabric, of the universe, einstein’s theory . Fabric as in textiles, i know lots of girls who work with textiles and fabric, most of them are hot, some of them are not.
the fabric reels at the store. mountains of spools filled with colors and textures of varying complexity. i remember learning to sew in boy scouts. mostly just how to replace a button. i forgot. the best fabric for a couch are easily cleaned and durable. also made from timeless colors.
i cannot say i saw him- mostly i am sure that i heard him. the sound of the fabric of his pants brushing up against each other as he skulked into the room.
i snapped my head in the direction of th
the fabric of my dress is so lovely but i try to incorporate a variety of fabrics in everything that i wear. I love the variety and the diverse textures that are out there in stores.
the feel of the fabric the touch of the fabric smooth verses soft verses the way it reminds me of your scratchy skin. A silk dress clinging to a beautiful woman.
There’s a fabric store near where I work. I keep meaning to drop in there, because I need some white and black background fabric for photography work. But the other fabric stores – and craft stores – that I’ve visited don’t have it, so I guess I’m just disappointed before even going in. I shouldn’t be though. I mean, it’s just fabric. I should stop in tomorrow on the way back from coffee.
there once was a peice of fabric,
cashmere; therefore, on par with a snooty smart aleck
His relationships all turned rotten,
outlook was getting worse,
til the day he met casual 100% cotton
The curtain fabric stirred in the wind, the tattered edges of it dragging through the debris. The explosion had not only ripped through the small cafe but it had ripped through my very existence, tearing the present from it’s course and forever reshaping my future.
People hoarding fabric. It is some kind of crazy quilting thing. They think nothing of spending 1000’s of dollars on fabrics, only to store it away for years. This must be the equivilant of “the one who dies with the most wins”. You don’t win, you only have a lot that your kids will have to dispose of, blech!
the fabric was rough rough like five o’clock stubble. It rubbed against his wrists and back but he couldn’t scratch it as he hung from the gallows bound waiting for the sun to come up and the trapdoor to fall down. He was only seven. Tears rolled down his cheeks. And the life left his eyes.
THE FABRIC PULLED THROUGH HER BODY, FLOWING AS IF IT WERE HER BLOOD. HER INSIDES INTANGLED WITHIN THE SHEET. IT RUSHED THROUGH AND AROUND HER AS THOUGH TIME HAD NOT EXCISTED, NOT NOW , NOT EVER. THERE IS A PLACE WHERE SHE ONCE FOUND HAPPINESS – BUT NOW IT IS GONE.
a mad texture that rubs against skin in different ways to clothe it and allow it to breathe in different colours. it can be woven and threaded and ripped and stiched. it warms and cools
fabric is a very soft thing, it cools down my face when ive been running and it smells oh so loverly like a fresh summers day. it is not itchy and it does not sting but it is pale and cool, and inviting and so so soft. i love fabric more than toast in the morning. i love it so much. it makes me want to sing for joy all the time.
I love many different fabrics. Specially the ones that are made on huge fabrics on the other side of the world. Exploding children to do designer fabrics is one of my favorite subjects in literature. It makes want to cry all over and ruin your expensive fabric. I think I’m getting my point across. I f you’re going to buy new fabrics. Please make sure they’re not changing lives for worse.
feeling of touch… either you feel it seducung you or you feel it harassing you… in some fabrics you float and in some you “manage”… A fabric is also the string in a relationship. You sometime feel the fabric making you feel in love with the garment that the ralationship is adorning at that time and at other times you think its just making you suffer being in it…
touched it lightly and seemed silky with little plush knobs in an invisible pattern discernible only by touch cool and sensuous wanting to cover my body with it, naked falling down into a garden of flowers in the spring warmth and fresh air covering me where the fabric didn’t meet my skin. joyful rolling over the grassy mound in the forest, the trees filtering light in random patterns on the fabric, my eyes making eternal photographs of them for future pleasure
is the color that binds peoples lives together, not wanting to reach out and tear it, or you can stick around and make it yours. dresses, shirts, hats, whatever you want it to be you can make it. or you can take the others that you have and tear it to pieces along with everything else you have decided to create or destroy. it’s the one way that we can all find out what it is we’re meant for, and this way we don’t have to worry about life. supposedly.
My fiends think i’m an idiot. I love them. I don’t hate anyone. I just want to be taken seriously. life isn’t love. life isn’t anything. it is what you make it because you’re just dying, over and over, forever.
fabric is a material that you can make many different things out of. For instance you can make clothing, ranging from pants, shirts to couture gowns. Other items that you can use fabric for is furniture like covering couches and chairs, come people even like to get creative and use it for arty things like canvas covers for wall art.
soft, tender, softly huging the body, nice feeling, calming, relaxing, good sensation, like to remain in it forever, so warm and nice
the fabric of society, really? what exactly qualifies a material, an action, a person or community or a combination of all to be the fabric of society? I’m not sure am at all comfortable with the concept of the being the material which society is made of, regardless of whether I choose to be part of the society in the first place.
The curtains took his soul. He was entranced their fabric covered him. He draped himself in their sun warmed body. He came immediately. All when his girlfriend walked back in the room. Seeing him in the fetal position she puked.
It was red and blue, faded but still vibrant with the pattern that was so familiar. It had been years since we had looked at that pattern, and years since we thought about how much we loved it. Actually, I don’t know if we ever did think about that. I think that kind of memory is so sacred because it isn’t planned at all. There was no way of knowing at the time how much one piece of fabric could change all of our lives.
The softness was intimidating.
More than the wool itself.
He ate the sheep and the sheep ate him
There was no regrets. They both felt
like they hade done something special.
It was a dark spot,
like the bottom of the well of mind.
I didn’t expect to feel you split
from the shaking pears in the cleft of your hand,
Webbed cotton that drew me away
So time sews you seamless with the pittance you possess
Coldly worn in a crisp pressed cloak.
tight
stretchy
fitting
leather
tunics
and tights
flattering mesh
silk cotton
wool
crimson fushia ebony
jet pearl
waves
folded on skin
intensely she clasped the fabric, until it tore. There was nothing else carrying her from the freight train but her blouse. She had no where to go, and the train was throwing her from her path, snap. The fabric cut and she was tossed. It was if she could not seeee
A puddle of expensive fabrics on the floor, and a naked girl in my bed. Most men would be happy enough with that arrangement. Trouble was, I didn’t know who she was or where she came from. And that meant I didn’t trust her.
“Want to play?” she giggled coquettishly.
“Not now.” I replied. “Who are you?”
The gun appeared in my face so quick I could barely see the movement. “I don’t take no for an answer.”
is is what stuff is made off. Actually it’s better to describe clothing, you know, clothing is made of fabric. But i believe that clothing is so much part of our lives now that when we use the term “fabric” we can apply it to the most basic part of anything, a part that presents a pattern that repeats itself indefinitely.
what is it about fabric that makes you just want to roll around and girgle i know when i wake up i cant get enough of that shit i mean its just like a cacoon and how the hell do you spell that anyway coocoon? thats not right either and this damn timer
soft, denim, flowery, lined, curtains, scarlet making a dress out of the curtians in her living room. egyptian cotton. white silk sheets with puffy white pillows.
batik from india with bees wax very beautiful and thick, rich colours. Calico reminds me of icing also thick looks very natural, organic, looks recycled. Good for the environment. True Blue
the fabric of life is full of downflls and uphealves i dont know what the fuck i am writing but this is what the direction said. this word fabric who cares what the fuck it means although i think it is an important word that may mean anything and that may explain the feel of everything it is applied to. in that sense it is quite universal and a commonly occuring word. although it is not specific at all. it is rather boringly shallow.
How has the concept of fabric become such a popular metaphor for life? It is a vague word: something manufactured or made, from synthetic or natural materials. It does not exist without being worked. It may be rough or smooth. . .
The fabric of space and time. Lost between the inches of sublime unimaginable feats. Let’s begin with the beginning and stop when the fuel runs out. The fires burn rigid on our beaten hearts. Camp near the exits for quick retreat. All the lint of life shows up on the fabric of existence.
fabric, of the universe, einstein’s theory . Fabric as in textiles, i know lots of girls who work with textiles and fabric, most of them are hot, some of them are not.
I bushed the fabic so gently against my face and it reminded me of you, your smell, your softness. I hugged it close and wish that it was you.
the fabric reels at the store. mountains of spools filled with colors and textures of varying complexity. i remember learning to sew in boy scouts. mostly just how to replace a button. i forgot. the best fabric for a couch are easily cleaned and durable. also made from timeless colors.
clothes, comfy, colourful, soft, rough, warm, silky, stripey, cotton, lush
clothes, comfy, colourful, soft, rough, warm, silky, stripey, cotton, lush
i cannot say i saw him- mostly i am sure that i heard him. the sound of the fabric of his pants brushing up against each other as he skulked into the room.
i snapped my head in the direction of th
the fabric of my dress is so lovely but i try to incorporate a variety of fabrics in everything that i wear. I love the variety and the diverse textures that are out there in stores.
the feel of the fabric the touch of the fabric smooth verses soft verses the way it reminds me of your scratchy skin. A silk dress clinging to a beautiful woman.
There’s a fabric store near where I work. I keep meaning to drop in there, because I need some white and black background fabric for photography work. But the other fabric stores – and craft stores – that I’ve visited don’t have it, so I guess I’m just disappointed before even going in. I shouldn’t be though. I mean, it’s just fabric. I should stop in tomorrow on the way back from coffee.
there once was a peice of fabric,
cashmere; therefore, on par with a snooty smart aleck
His relationships all turned rotten,
outlook was getting worse,
til the day he met casual 100% cotton
The curtain fabric stirred in the wind, the tattered edges of it dragging through the debris. The explosion had not only ripped through the small cafe but it had ripped through my very existence, tearing the present from it’s course and forever reshaping my future.
People hoarding fabric. It is some kind of crazy quilting thing. They think nothing of spending 1000’s of dollars on fabrics, only to store it away for years. This must be the equivilant of “the one who dies with the most wins”. You don’t win, you only have a lot that your kids will have to dispose of, blech!
the fabric was rough rough like five o’clock stubble. It rubbed against his wrists and back but he couldn’t scratch it as he hung from the gallows bound waiting for the sun to come up and the trapdoor to fall down. He was only seven. Tears rolled down his cheeks. And the life left his eyes.
THE FABRIC PULLED THROUGH HER BODY, FLOWING AS IF IT WERE HER BLOOD. HER INSIDES INTANGLED WITHIN THE SHEET. IT RUSHED THROUGH AND AROUND HER AS THOUGH TIME HAD NOT EXCISTED, NOT NOW , NOT EVER. THERE IS A PLACE WHERE SHE ONCE FOUND HAPPINESS – BUT NOW IT IS GONE.
a mad texture that rubs against skin in different ways to clothe it and allow it to breathe in different colours. it can be woven and threaded and ripped and stiched. it warms and cools
fabric is a very soft thing, it cools down my face when ive been running and it smells oh so loverly like a fresh summers day. it is not itchy and it does not sting but it is pale and cool, and inviting and so so soft. i love fabric more than toast in the morning. i love it so much. it makes me want to sing for joy all the time.
i love fashion because is the way to express yourself creatively
I love many different fabrics. Specially the ones that are made on huge fabrics on the other side of the world. Exploding children to do designer fabrics is one of my favorite subjects in literature. It makes want to cry all over and ruin your expensive fabric. I think I’m getting my point across. I f you’re going to buy new fabrics. Please make sure they’re not changing lives for worse.