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Sara...

  • ...is a happy, ordinary, middle-aged, suburban woman who paints odd pictures, gardens in a straw hat, lives with the love of her life, is owned by one cat and the ghosts of several others, and walks a little funny 'cause she has a fake leg. She started this website because there's more to life than what we lose, and we need to let each other know what's possible, even if it's only a happy, ordinary life.

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laurie

I feel like I'm playing, "I spy" with my son...

I spy a denim-clad knee, seated at a table that is a little too low. Really wishing I knew what that thing was on the table, though because I would really like to win that scarf.

TheAmpuT

That is one leg in black denim, near a craft table, that has something on it that I believe to be for jewelry making. If I had to make a guess, and I suppose I do LOL, I'd guess it to be some sort of wooden clamp for holding things that you are working on.
Now gimme a towel.

elizabeth

I am sorry, I tried to be here to comment everyday but I fell in a giant hole and lost my way for a bit. Okay the contest

1) On earth
2) in north america
3) Denim
4) Jeans
5) table
6) green
7) chipped
8) oxygen
9) gravity
10) table leg
My guess is ferry for the big points

alphabitch

well, I agree with the above, but I'm going to add more details because I'm cold and I want a cozy wool scarf: it's a leg, I'm guessing a right leg, in faded black denim; because of where the shadow hits, I can't tell exactly but I don't think there is a prosthesis under there but I could be wrong. I'm guessing the leg is yours, and that you took the picture yourself. And I'm sorry but I can't remember which one of your legs is organic. I'm not good at that whole right-left dichotomy thing even on people I have seen in person. A work table that is too low for some things but perhaps just right for others. You, if it is you, are sitting on a stool or a slightly higher-than-average chair. It looks like the table is constructed out of layers of plywood or fiberboard, so the edge is finished with that goopy black latexy stuff. Maybe it's an old door? Propped up on something like sawhorses constructed to hold it. The top is surfaced with something interesting. Is it a slice-proof layer of some sort? I know you said you didn't do any welding, so I'm not going to guess fireproof, but maybe it is. But there is a line to the left of the wooden thing that is either a deep scratch/slice, or a scrap of black nylon monofilament. Or it could be the whisker of a cat. The wooden thing is to hold things while you shape or pound on them. Or to hold them still whilst fastening something or twisting loops or something like that. You can clamp it horizontally to the edge of the table or vertically in a vise. You could also, if it's long enough, use it to push a hot oven rack in or pull it out, but it wouldn't be the optimal tool for the task.

Danielle Wegman

I too believe it to be a faded at the knee black denim clad right leg, seated on a stool (based on how the leg is bent. At a too low old work table, perhaps in an extra room, used for crafting your jewelry. And that the thing on the table is something that you use to make such things.

Jen

A right leg from midthigh to knee, wearing faded black denim, seated in front of a low wooden table. The top of the table is covered with vynil, the edges are taped with beige tape then painted over with black which is now chipping off. There is a diagonal (from the camera's perspective) cut in the table's black covering to the left of the knee. On the table is a wooden jig for cutting out chain links (you clamp it to the edge of the table, horizontally, put the coiled up spring of wire in the round part, and cut down the spring with the jewelry saw, the blade of which fits in the V shaped notch in the jig). There's brown carpet on the floor.

Kay

I believe it is the end of a gymnastics pommel horse, padded, covered with denim, and positioned low for added leverage when you choose to fling yourself across your living room and stick the one-legged landing. There is silver glitter embedded in the denim from a rather tragic blingifying accident where you, perhaps, should have Bedazzled instead of Glittered. This is what happens with Inadequate Crafting Supervision.

Jana

Your right leg--at least the thigh-ish bit--enclosed in your tupperware-like prosthesis, clad in back denim and covered with sawdust.

In front of you is a worn worktable with a wooden jiggy-thing lying (laying? I never can remember which) on it.

You have undoubtedly just been hard at work on jewelry orders for the holiday rush at the SaraArts Etsy store.

:)

Sugared Harpy

I'm going to submit my son's entry:

It's a jeans-covered knee. And it's looking at me.

sognatrice

Gah how I hate my internet provider! Just saw the contest, and I'll just say, since I'm no longer eligible anyway, that I love the description of the photo when I hover with my arrow :)

Sara

Aw, Sognatrice, I'm sorry you missed it, but I'm glad you got a laugh out of it anyway.

Competition this year has been quite stiff. It will take me some time to figure this out, because every single answer was at least partially correct. Yes, every single one!

So thanks, everyone, for playing, and tune in tomorrow, 11/22 (probably late in the day by my time, which is GMT -5), to find out who won!

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