Sporadic Creativity

100 grams of purple mulberry silk, 2 ply, 2480 yards/2267 meters. singles spun over three months, plying took 14 hours, winding yarn onto a niddy noddy took 4 hours....

i've given up on getting an accurate color in photos, the true color is a rich royal purple. the yarn has won, i'm tired but also proud of what i've made

there will be more silk in my future but i need a couple months to recharge first. i'm feeling a little feral, and i kind of want to shove this skein at people and yell look at my yarn i made!

(The best of this post and its reblogs, but with links that work)

Here is a website where you can scroll down to all the different levels of the ocean 

Here is a website where you can see the future of the universe

Here is a website where you can press a ‘make everything okay’ button, over and over, until things really are okay

Here is a website that you can read if you feel like a burden

Here is a website where you can look at strobe illusions (TW strobe/flashing)

Here is a website where you can cut stuff up (TW blood/sh)

Here and here are websites where you can play with sand

Here is a website where you can draw with macaroni and other fun foods

Here is a website where you can paint someone’s nails

Here is a website where you can grow a garden with emojis

Here is a website with hundreds of videos of people hugging you (rightfully dubbed ‘the nicest place on the internet’ because it really is, y’all, it made me cry)

Here is a website that will take you to other useless websites

Here is a website where you can make a tiny cat play bongo drums (and other instruments!)

Here is a website to help give you gentle reminders <3

Here is a website where you can grow a tiny farm

Here is a website where you can take a bunch of scientific personality tests

Here is a website of calm rain noise

Somebody buy these and use them so I can live vicariously.

Right outside that window - deck. Backyard. The box that holds the outdoor chair cushions. Upon which husband likes to sit and bask in the sunshine.

Meaning husband is sometimes sitting right on the other side of the window by the toilet. AWKWARD.

Categories: general appearance, color and design, construction/workmanship, level of difficulty, choice and handling of finishing.

Comments: “should be entered in the plain cardigan - stripes are considered plain knitting not colorwork”, “beautiful work, cute design in back”, and “small hole in weak spot at back.”

So things I learned, stripes are plain knitting 🤣🤣🤣

Categories: general appearance, color and design, construction/workmanship, level of difficulty, choice and handling of finishing.

Comments: “should be entered in the plain cardigan - stripes are considered plain knitting not colorwork”, “beautiful work, cute design in back”, and “small hole in weak spot at back.”

So things I learned, stripes are plain knitting 🤣🤣🤣

He stepped in harm's way with his hands up, using his body as a shield to protect his neighbor.

If you've never read Thomas Sharp's "The Running Towards," written for the London Fire Brigade, I think that you should, and you should think of Alex Pretti as you do.

I wake up and see what hell a small hateful group is unleashing or threatening to unleash on the world

I pull it together. Take a shower, make breakfast

I see horrors

I try not to scream

I smile and say hi to my neighbors on the way to the train. I am trying to do a better job of getting to know them.

I get to work and try not to cry

I am exhausted

I get article requests and reference requests for things that are difficult. I have learned to complete a swath of reference without reading but it doesn’t always work

I roll my eyes so hard it hurts to try and relieve some of the anger and anxiety

I see what my bank account says and do some quick math of how much I can send and where to help.

It is never enough

I try not to scream or cry

I see more horrors

I get guilted or yelled at by strangers on the internet for not posting enough about the horrors. I add a few more to the block list.

I call my representatives. Again. It is daily.

I try not to scream.

I check in with the neighborhood mutual aid group, what are our concerns, where can that energy go, where is it needed

I go to therapy, talk about all the boundaries I have in place and actions I have taken. I try not to scream.

7pm comes and all my notifications turn off so maybe I can sleep before starting again.

Enjoy my projects and try to forget the horrors for a little bit so I can fight them again tomorrow.

Tomorrow there will be more

Maybe they will be worse. Maybe not.

I cry for the neighbors in other cities. For the people I have never met. For the people in other nations. For the world we are in.

I celebrate every win no matter how small

I look for the helpers, I join when I can

I look for the every day average people that are fighting with every means available

I remember this is not just me. We are not alone. That more and more are getting angrier and angrier and showing up

I remember that hope is a muscle. It is tough and dirty and raw. That urge to scream I keep getting is my rage being channeled. It is the hope at the center. The part that will not go quietly or accept this.