The Red Thread

fiber artists be like “this project has shaven years off my life. for endless hours I have toiled with no end in sight, a man dying in the desert of my own foolishness. my loved ones will find my withered remains hunched over in my armchair, skeletal hands grasping the finished piece that drove me to my early grave. ooooh that pattern looks awesome I must start it right away”

gotta love knitting needles. i can make a scarf. i can make a hat. i can stab your eyes out. i can make mittens.

accidentally have the potential to be too powerful now that I have a sewing machine. am I good at sewing? no. am I restraining myself from buying fabric with the garden of earthly delights on it so I can wear it as a shirt? absolutely. how do people who can sew restrain themselves from making a ton of stupid shit

we do not.

i love how delusional some articles of clothing are, like you read the tag and its like “hand wash only/tumble dry on low” son you are a cotton tshirt. youre going in the warsh and whatever happens in there is in gods hands