Those hats are fantastic! I would love to have them just to wear And how wonderful that you can actually sew…I’ve always wanted to, but I could never seem to get it right when I would try. The seams would always pucker, or I’d forget to look, and end up not sewing the other piece of fabric. SIGH! Maybe someday.
You’re going to have to get pictures of yourself in your getup and post them!!! I would love to see it
BUFFALO, N.Y. – Brace yourself. There may be a less-than-miraculous explanation for that image of the Virgin Mary a Florida woman says appeared in her grilled cheese sandwich.
Professional skeptic Joe Nickell says it’s the same phenomenon that lets people see ships in the clouds, butterflies in ink blots and the man on the moon.
“It’s just the human ability to make images out of randomness,” said Nickell, investigative columnist for Skeptical Inquirer magazine and senior research fellow of the Committee for the Scientific Investigation of Claims of the Paranormal.
“The images are called simulacra, from the root word meaning similar. And the mental habit that causes us to see such things is called pareidolia,” he said. -[u]source[/u]
1)Do you see a young girl or old lady? 2)Do you see a face or the word LIAR?
I see a hot fudge sundae melting in a spring meadow. 2) I see a piece of chocolate cake with swirls of whipped cream. — But if I hold the image at arms length while standing to the side and squinting through my bad eye then it says, “EAT AT JOES.”
A couple years ago we had the virgin visit a brick wall on the side of a Tim Horton’s, just outside Sidney, Cape Breton. People from across the continent came to get a look.
All of this reminds me a little of when The National Enquirer posted a photograph of what they claimed to be Satan’s skull. The accompanying article claimed the photo was proof that Beelzebub had in fact walked the earth and lived in Arizona where the skull was found.
I thought the image looked like someone had fashioned horns from play-dough and squished them to the temples of a dog’s skull. I didn’t want to appear as a nonbeliever so I kept my doubt to myself.
What I want to know is, who is so devoutly catholic but also has 30,000 lying around to spend on a whim?
And that poor girl, whoever she was, who came back from the grave to haunt her murderer—here she is in a plastic bag, thinking, “cripes, of all things I wasn’t expecting this.”