In the country I am currently in the clock has changed and a new day is upon us. A decade and I thought have I become that much older? When that changed to eleven I thought have I become wiser? Suddenly thirteen years are upon us and I wonder if I have just built a fort around the sorrow and adapted. This year feels quieter, more tense. It could be that I’m in the skies now so I feel it more keenly but the air is different and I’m waiting for September to be over. We seem to teeter on the precipice of yet more change. So I wonder this year have we become wiser or just older and set in our ways?
I will smile at the sun, thank The Lord for the ones I love. I will go into the briefing room, and I will fly out of Dubai with love in my heart. There may be quiet tears shed but I will do my best to do what we Americans have always done, to carry on, and never let the flame of memory burn out.
“Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence… —And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod, the high untrespassed sanctity of space,- Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.”
We are the stars in the night sky you look out at your windows and wish upon. We jet from one continent to another carrying the lives of hundreds of people. We carry their hopes, their dreams, their tears, and their smiles. We know they are more than their seat number. We raise each other up when times are hard and we offer comfort to strangers and accept their struggles. We listen, and we love without boundaries. And when we are called home, flight attendants fly higher and we fly faster. My heart grieves for the Malaysian Airlines family today. I grieve for my brothers and sisters senselessly taken from our skies and I know that when I look out the windows tonight and all night there will be new stars in the sky and I will know their names on my heart.
Just dropping in to remind you all that good things are ahead! Never give up! Its hard to keep patient and it’s hard to find the courage to keep going when all you want to do is cry but remember that nothing worth having is easy. Let your hearts be full of joy and happiness today. I hope that wherever you are in this vast world you keep smiling and be thankful for the sun in your face and the clouds above. You are blessed, you are beautiful, and you are worth it.
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Thank you for asking! Being a cabin crew for Emirates is really a dream come true. I love every minute I am in the air. I would recommend it to anyone who is not ready to settle into an everyday life but welcomes the adventure of where tomorrow has to take you!
I sat on my jumpseat early this morning ready for takeoff and closed my eyes trying to silence everything. I just ache. We share the skies with so many brothers and sisters and to know that we’ve lost fifteen of them to an act of senseless cruelty just hurts so deeply. There were tears in the briefing room and there will be tears once again when I take this uniform off and don’t have to be strong for anyone anymore.
Flight attendants never leave this Earth, they just fly higher.
Fly high, my brothers and sisters in the sky. My heart goes with you in the great blue beyond
Another amazing article from FIDM! Really great read! I like how they put the garter belt on the outside so you can see what it looks like.
Edwardian era (1901-1910) underclothing was the height of seductiveness, erotic and extravagant. The laborious application of embroidery, lace insertions, and ribbon work onto foundations of silk faille and cotton lawn was excessive for “garments not destined for a public career,” and covered by equally elaborate outerwear.1 The distinctive S-bend silhouette popular during this time complemented the Art Nouveau movement’s curving, sensuous forms and exaggerated lines.
This unnatural shape was achieved by a flat-front corset with a steel busk that dug into its wearer’s abdomen, thrusting her hips backward and arching her bosom forward. The waist was cinched as tightly as possible: the effect was literally breathtaking. In risqué postcards and advertising imagery, female models in various states of undress wore petticoats and pantalets alluringly looped up by garter belts, revealing decorative stockings. Though not actually worn as depicted here (the garter belt in fact would be under the petticoat), these bunched-up layers of pastel froufrou mimic this erotic imagery.
In practical terms, carefully fitted undergarments were considered an essential foundation in the quest to create a pleasing silhouette. In 1900, Vogue cautioned readers to make sure they donned appropriate undergarments before trying on a new gown: “we again reiterate the necessity of being properly dressed and corseted before being fitted, and not being fitted in one set of undergarments and wearing quite a different style after the gown in finished.”2 For those women who were uncertain about the proper fit and combination of undergarments, “the art of wearing your under garments properly is taught by one of the New York corset makers and is certainly worth knowing, especially if one is not slim.”3
The multi-layered undergarment ensemble pictured here features a mix of textures and materials, from cotton lawn to crisp silk taffeta. The cream silk satin corset is worn over a sleeveless chemise. Made from durable cotton, the chemise was a washable layer between the wearer’s body and the less-washable lace and silk corset. Because of their unique construction, corsets were typically purchased, but a woman could make her own chemise. Women’s magazines offered readers free patterns with detailed instructions regarding trim, fabric, and sewing methods. For those without the time or inclination to stitch their own undergarments, hiring a skilled seamstress was encouraged.
Made from silk taffeta, the pink petticoat is trimmed with two lace flounces. Constructed with gored panels, the front lies flat against the body while the back features gentle gathers. This fit facilitated the smooth skirt front and full rear that comprised the S-bend silhouette. Mint green embroidered garters anchor silk stockings. Seen only by the wearer and her most intimate associates, the garters feature a purely froufrou touch—exaggerated, decorative bows. With a dense, lively pattern of blue roses and green foliage, the patterned stockings climb the wearers’ legs as real roses would climb a trellis. For emphasis, the roses are outlined with a black line. Mint green leather indoor slippers, trimmed with ribbon at the vamp, complete the ensemble.
I’m not a big one for promoting causes and petitions on this page, but if anyone who follows me here shares a place in your heart for all of the efforts to save and conserve this worlds wildlife please join the thousands of people who are signing the petition to stop Kendall Jones.
This article will explain why people across the globe are banding together to remove her Facebook page, ban her from hunting in South Africa and stopping her bids from her quest to have a series featuring her and the animals she has “bagged” in 2015.
There were once four sisters - Victoria, Ella, Irene and Alix - who lived in an obscure grand duchy in south-western Germany, a place of winding cobbled streets and dark forests made legendary in the fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm. In their day, these four princesses of the house of Hesse and by Rhine were considered by many to be ‘the flowers of Queen Victoria’s flock of granddaughters’, celebrated for their beauty, intelligence and charms. As they grew up they became the object of intense scrutiny on that most fraught of international stages - the royal marriage market of Europe. Despite their lack of large dowries or vast territories, each sister in turn married well. But it was to the youngest and most beautiful of the four that fate dealt the biggest hand.
The Romanov Sisters - Helen Rappaport
The jet beading in the gown in the top right hand corner. I can’t even.