I just finished my first pillow! This was so much fun to make, and now all I want to do is make pillows, lol.
I followed the wonderful and easy pattern from Lucy at Attic24 - blooming flower cushion. It’s written in UK terms, fyi. She has some wonderful patterns available, and her blog is pretty great, too.
I’ve made one of these! Love it!
nice color work … daisy afghan has the ‘wow’ factor ….
~ pattern (not free) —> (via Ravelry: Crocheted Daisy Afghan pattern by kraftling)
BENEDICT WENT TO THE ZOO AND LOOKED AT REPTILES AND STUDIED THEM AFTER HE WAS CAST AS SMAUG IN THE HOBBIT IF YOU DON’T THINK THATS THE CUTEST THING THEN GET OUT OF MY FACE OH MY GOD
I can just imagine him pressed against the glass in a snake house like from fucking Harry Potter just like ‘I am one, with the reptilesss’
gosh thor followed me into the bathroom
and the whole time i was trying to concentrate, he just sat there in the bathtub, very loudly licking his butt.
oh my god I forgot that your cat is named thor so I actually thought you meant like god of thunder thor and holy shit the mental images
So last night I found out that a job I applied for, because I was urged to be an old teacher/the lady who pretty much runs the job, I need to do an audition for.
Thanks for the heads up.
My interview/audition is on Wednesday.
That means I’m spending today alternating between practicing and doing homework. Because I don’t have any music prepared at the moment, so I need to brush up on some old pieces.
It’s probably good I didn’t find out about the audition until after applying, because I can’t back out now. And I may have not applied if I’d known.
I hate playing for people.
Movies I Could Watch a Thousand Times and Not Grow Tired of - 10 Things I Hate About You (1999)
“I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.“
John Barrowman singing Firework
MY FACE WHEN HE STARTED SINGING
OH MY GOSH THIS IS TERRIFIC
EVEN IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHO JOHN BARROWMAN IS, LISTEN TO THIS RIGHT NOW
casually bringing this back
I told my sister who was singing and tHE LOOK ON HER FACE
HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
This is also confirming the fact that I much prefer men’s voices to women’s. I’m sorry. Female singers just tend to get on my nerves. I can listen to male singers allllllll day though.
About a month ago you asked if you could have a “circle mohawk” again. I told you to think about it because you’ve been growing your hair out for so long and I didn’t want you to regret it. On Sunday night I told you I had a hair appointment with Allison the next day. You asked if you could get your hair cut like that again, but you were laying down for bed and not supposed to be talking so I ignored you. The next day you asked twice, so I finally said I didn’t care and that you look beautiful whatever you decide. The last time your hair was like this you weren’t in school yet, I was so nervous about kids being cruel. I walked you to school on Tuesday morning and stayed awhile to make sure everything was going to go smoothly, which it did. When I picked you up you said, “Olivia liked my hair. She said she didn’t want her hair like this, but she liked mine like this. And we’re still friends. That’ just like how I don’t want to have purple hair like Allison, but I love Allison’s purple hair. You don’t have to have all the same stuff as your friends.” Wise beyond your years, baby child. I’m so proud of you and how you have the courage to be exactly who you want to be, despite any other outside influences. While we’re on the topic of gender, when I was at parent teacher conferences a few months ago a mom of this little boy approached me. She told me how he wanted to paint his nails and go to school. She let him. When he came home he said, “Scarlet loved my nails, Mom!” I’ve never been so proud.