July 28, 2014

One of the secret doors of the Stift Admont library, Austria.

One of the secret doors of the Stift Admont library, Austria.

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July 27, 2014
hailwoodhandmades:

rachelfolkster:

I found this pic but no pattern …. (#help! ) any guesses? #knit #knitting #ravelry #owls #sock #socks #handmade #pattern

Owlie socks on ravelry! Free pattern too :D

hailwoodhandmades:

rachelfolkster:

I found this pic but no pattern …. (#help! ) any guesses?
#knit #knitting #ravelry #owls #sock #socks #handmade #pattern

Owlie socks on ravelry! Free pattern too :D

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July 27, 2014

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July 27, 2014
calicocal:

Rose Garden handwoven scarf. Mixed warp, cotton weft. Woven on a rigid heddle loom at 7.5dpi.

calicocal:

Rose Garden handwoven scarf. Mixed warp, cotton weft. Woven on a rigid heddle loom at 7.5dpi.

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July 26, 2014

lawebloca:

Friends

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July 26, 2014
makinology:

spectacular ! … ‘stripe-tease’ socks … as if I don’t have enough on my future projects list … but these are a must …
free pattern through ravelry: http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/stripe-tease

makinology:

spectacular ! … ‘stripe-tease’ socks … as if I don’t have enough on my future projects list … but these are a must …

free pattern through ravelry: http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/stripe-tease

July 24, 2014

tblaberge:

sedirktive:

when someone cries because you said something nice to them, they’re someone who you need to protect because they haven’t seen enough kindness in the world.

Truth.

July 24, 2014
15-year-old me: MOM I'm practically an ADULT ugggh you never let me do ANYTHING in olden times i could get MARRIED *eye roll into another dimension*
me now: for my birthday i want food and to stay on your health insurance
July 24, 2014

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July 23, 2014

Anonymous said: yalls soup is so hot

olivegarden:

My soup is hot? My soup is hot? You have the entire English language, with it’s vast spectrum of adjectives to describe my soup, and you settle for “hot”?
You have done it a great disservice.

My soup is far beyond hot. My soup is enamoring, enrapturing, captivating, ravishing, lovely, incredible, overwhelming, adorable, alluring, enticing, and radiant. It is a stunner - it’ll take your breath away before you even have a chance to introduce yourself. My soup constantly shines with joy, even in the midst of pain and sadness. It is a fireball that I can barely handle, but I can tell you wouldn’t stand a chance. It has a mind that could tear yours to shreds, considering the one word you chose to describe it with is “hot”.

Don’t ever degrade my soup like that again.

July 23, 2014

anadichotomy:

When somebody sees me knitting, props s/he thinks, that mentally I’m 70 yrs old. For me it’s like meditation with benefit :3 My brave new “sweater with the braid on back” in progress. Hope I’ll be pleased with result.

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July 23, 2014
"Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes."

The Winter of the Air  (via hanaflorence)

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July 23, 2014
"

This is how you lose her.

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets.

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget.

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

"

— Junot Diaz, This is How You Lose Her (via forever-and-alwayss)

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July 22, 2014
mousearmymittenco:

ONE SHEEP YARN. 
This little stack of yarn (and yarn-as-sweater, or sweater as yarn-representative) represents the entire finished Spring 2014 fleece from one Shetland ewe. Even the dark grey-on-grey skein is from that single sheep, who as a katmoget has just a tiny bit of dark pattern wool in the (nicely skirted when it got to me) handspinner’s fleece. 
Shetlands are tiny compared to most of the sheep you see in the American West, which tend to be dual-purpose or meat breeds. They don’t usually get taller than Small Dog, and their fleeces aren’t the weighty 16-pound monsters you get from some other wool-producing breeds that are bigger. But as I only hoped to get one adult-sized sweater out of this,I am totally stoked and every remaining skein is a bonus. 
TOTAL WOOL YIELD FROM ONE SMALL SHEEP! One Season’s Shearing! About 2 pounds of wool before washing! 
1 skein dk weight grey (woolen spun, 80-100 yards; I didn’t count) 
1 skein beige-grey dk weight, woolen spun, 100 yards and a bit
1 full skein fingering weight
1 nearly-full wound-off skein fingering weight
1 mini skein fingering weight (50 yards, roughly)
1 mini skein dk woolenspun (10 yards)
1 adult-sized sweater
One Sheep Sweater looks somewhat worn because it is somewhat worn; I finished it in June and have worn it constantly through a cool summer, whenever a sweater’s been called for. I think I even slept in it once. Because I am hard on my clothes, I think - trying to make the best of it - that I am an ideal durability-tester, and I am trying to be as rough as possible on this. It gets a lot of wear. There are two real proper handmade self-made woolen sweaters in my wardrobe now, replacing factory ones that wore out, and that’s a pretty good feeling. 

mousearmymittenco:

ONE SHEEP YARN. 

This little stack of yarn (and yarn-as-sweater, or sweater as yarn-representative) represents the entire finished Spring 2014 fleece from one Shetland ewe. Even the dark grey-on-grey skein is from that single sheep, who as a katmoget has just a tiny bit of dark pattern wool in the (nicely skirted when it got to me) handspinner’s fleece. 

Shetlands are tiny compared to most of the sheep you see in the American West, which tend to be dual-purpose or meat breeds. They don’t usually get taller than Small Dog, and their fleeces aren’t the weighty 16-pound monsters you get from some other wool-producing breeds that are bigger. But as I only hoped to get one adult-sized sweater out of this,I am totally stoked and every remaining skein is a bonus. 

TOTAL WOOL YIELD FROM ONE SMALL SHEEP! One Season’s Shearing! About 2 pounds of wool before washing! 

  • 1 skein dk weight grey (woolen spun, 80-100 yards; I didn’t count) 
  • 1 skein beige-grey dk weight, woolen spun, 100 yards and a bit
  • 1 full skein fingering weight
  • 1 nearly-full wound-off skein fingering weight
  • 1 mini skein fingering weight (50 yards, roughly)
  • 1 mini skein dk woolenspun (10 yards)
  • 1 adult-sized sweater

One Sheep Sweater looks somewhat worn because it is somewhat worn; I finished it in June and have worn it constantly through a cool summer, whenever a sweater’s been called for. I think I even slept in it once. Because I am hard on my clothes, I think - trying to make the best of it - that I am an ideal durability-tester, and I am trying to be as rough as possible on this. It gets a lot of wear. There are two real proper handmade self-made woolen sweaters in my wardrobe now, replacing factory ones that wore out, and that’s a pretty good feeling. 

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July 22, 2014
peonyandbee:

1000drawings: by Rohan Eason

peonyandbee:

1000drawings: by Rohan Eason

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