#emmi's friends

[emmi-kat]

Trick or treat!!

Oh wow! Tell me about your pretty costume!

Here's a special candy and toy for you!

[emmi-kat]

@bee-whistler

I am utterly captivated by this video series that Taryn Delanie and friends have been making on TikTok

[timethehobo]

Love drawing rain scenes tbh.

[kenobiwanx]

pedro pascal as mr. darcy ✨️

[emmi-kat]

I asked my friend the burning tumblr question and she makes some valid points.

[emmi-kat]

Ah! Bee! I love your curtains! I love the stained glass look, but also something about them is so YOU! And I think that it's so important to have your surroundings reflect yourself.

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

[newttxt]

lined and colored @chaosemmie’s sketch again >:)

this time from our post-canon lulawkid au…

[gojuo]

[luna-loveboop]

Linktober day twelve- favourite game

Skyward sword! My favourite game forever :)) The duets with Fi are by far my favourite gameplay aspect and recurring scenes in the game.

The music is The Ballad of the Goddess with Link's harp accompaniment. I played through on three different instruments like fifteen times, and checked every note on ocarina before I carved it. So. It's very accurate. Close ups of the music +my reference because yes

Also I replaced the treble clef with the triforce

:)

[emmi-kat]

SHE'S SO CUTE!

Second try!

Meet Ruby!

I built up the form I used for Pongly Bongus, re-cut, traced and enlarged it a little on the computer. Solid results but the pattern is not ideal. Way too many tricky small spots. I’ll have to refine it if I want to make more at some point.

Also her limbs and tail are wires but I have learned that aluminum wire really needs more of an anchor especially in super soft fluff so she is only gently posable. She can, at least, properly address threats:

Unfortunately, silky anteaters are adorable when angry. Oh, shoot… I forgot I was gonna stitch a little on her nose to make the shape clearer. Welp, will do that shortly.

[polysaur]

A good friend of mine is having a graduation party in February, this same friend also sent me clay yearssss ago so I decided an appropriate gift would be to sculpt one Mr. Kusuo Saiki.

Alphonse posing like a French girl for scale.

He is giving off pikmin vibes; this can only mean success.

[jazzkrebber]

netflix I'm in your walls

[emmi-kat]

🌞 - i really like your blog!

🌙 - you’re really cute! 

✨ - i love seeing you on my dash!

🌸 - you’re really sweet!

💫 - you’re super talented!

⭐️ - you have a nice aesthetic!

I dont think you have anon on, but it doesn't matter =u=

hdhdvd I forgot I turned anon off years ago lol

Thank you very much, friend!

[emmi-kat]

Udhfudjdhdbddv KIM

Im not the proudest of this but Im also not redrawing it Anyway thanks for cbs for making a scene thats so Lincoln core

[stalebagels]

Strike Force Text Posts P2...

[3mmiegirl]

the only good thing about 2025 so far is that i can finally put up the men in kilts calendar my friend got me while we were in edinburgh as a surprise