Saturday Morning.
A mini Wau Bulan casually just hanging there.
Saturday Morning.
A mini Wau Bulan casually just hanging there.
Judging by how inconsistent I get when it comes to scheduling, I think it’s safe to say that I’m not gonna be fulfilling my quota of crocheting a piece every week.
For week 2, I managed to finish the granny square. And in a fit of sudden creativity spike, threw in a small pouch to store (aka protect from frequent smashing) my pendant as well.
Granny square pattern (7″ Nordic star) from Here. It was almost a failure cause I did not pay the attention needed on the gauge and tension. My tension was pretty much inconsistent throughout and the last round was crocheted much tighter resulting in the whole thing bunching up from the inner rounds T-T
At the end I just pulled hard on all sides to make it appear “square” -ish..
Mini pendant pouch crocheted on back loop only. I used the foundation crochet tutorial from All about ami (her site is a serious treasure), then inserted a draw string on top. It was pretty much straight forward (also do take some time to appreciate me trying to make it look homemade by again neglecting the ‘mind your tension!’ rule).
…now I think I’m gonna skip two weeks and spend my days talking in my head and watching Brooklyn Nine Nine.
This is part on my personal weekly challenge: to produce a crocheted thing every week.
Week one: a spring bunny. Pattern by All About Ami. (The bunny is sitting on my second week project, to be revealed soon hah).
Why not everyday? Or every two days? Umm… My short attention span has it’s own attention priorities. Sure it’s simple and actually can be done in a few hours if you’re a seasoned crocheter. Which lies another problem: I’m not seasoned. My age is seasoned, not my crochet skill. Though a lot of practice will fix that problem unlike the first one.
Some updates -slash- goals regarding my life recently:
In the middle of a meet up and I’m having a slight anxiety with the amount of people present. So here have a doodle.
…this is not a good time to have antisocial attack, Arle *hides*
Stacked Volkswagen Beetles – Karlsruhe, Germany.
You know when you wake up in the morning and decide that this is the day you’re gonna be the better version of yourself, the universe somehow conspires to make it happen.
I haven’t even had my cup of coffee yet.
We sat by the balcony
My legs propped on your lap.
A cigarette in my hand
Quietly studying each other’s shadow.
Then a burp.
We peeked at each other, grinning.
“..du wutz”.
Our laughter sliced through the warm night.
The neighbor above poured water down to shut us up (and the cigarette).
I’m not a huge drinker. But I have a thing for shelved liquor.
‘Why do you look sad?’, a traveler once asked me. It was in the middle of a beach party. We each had a can of beer in our hand, the speakers blaring music from a German rapper I never quite caught the name on, and I was not talking. I don’t remember what I was looking at, or thinking of.
I think I replied something like: ‘Can’t we all have a little bit of sadness on any good day?’.
I told him I wasn’t sure what I was being sad of at the moment. Maybe it was just the way my expression settle. Like resting bitch face, except this is resting sad face. He smiled a beautiful rosy-lipped smile and said he did not quite understand, but he would try to.
Few days ago I received a comment on a recent picture of me saying ‘you look happier these few days’. The picture shows me back facing the camera with hand thrown back like a halfway aborted back bend.
Maybe I do have a sad default expression. Maybe it’s the way my pent up emotion manifests itself. But I often peer in and knock, trying to search for the source. I always feel fine, nothing needs to be unplugged there. Or maybe the search makes it okay; by sorting through the emotions one by one, analyzing and overanalyzing them, you come to a conclusive decision that all these aren’t worth being sad for.
But the sadness will always be there. It’s like an anchor, a solace, a drug you can’t rehab yourself from. Sometimes you learn to appreciate happiness from within the blanket of your sadness.