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The Little Acorn Autumnal Mittens

Pattern now available on Ravelry and Etsy

After a bit of a delay the Bats and Rats Beanie pattern is up and available from my Ravelry and Etsy pages.

This spooky hat is worked from the bottom up in the round with a ribbed cuff, stranded colorwork in three colours, decreased with a moon phase design on the crown and finished by pulling the yarn through the remaining stitches.

This spooky bats and rat skeletons hat is worked from the bottom up in the round with a ribbed cuff, stranded colorwork in three colours, d

This is for the PATTERN ONLY and not the physical item. This spooky hat decorated with bats and rat skeletons is worked from the bottom up i

S3 Daniel has to find out about his Devils Minion era from the Talamasca but it's just this fucking montage from the Royal Tenenbaums with increasingly messed up sex scenes and bizarre scenarios.

#iwtv #devil's minion #daniel molloy #armand #Youtube

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William's Willows Socks Pattern now available on my Etsy Shop

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“Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.” -William Morris

These leafy socks are inspired by William Morris, one of the most important textile designers of the 19th century as well as a poet, artist and social activist. He was a major contributor to the revival of British textile crafts and production.

These socks are knit cuff down with the cuff worked in a rib stitch with US1.5 needles (2.5mm) which is then increased to US2.5 needles (3mm) for the colourwork. The heel is a slipped stitch heel flap and the toe is grafted with Kitchener stitch.

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One of my hats as part of a lovely kit.

Tabard by Feral Workshop

Photo by Le Royaume

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“My boy Spatula bunking down for a snowy night”

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oh to be Spatula bunking down for a snowy night

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Page decorations for The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1899 edition.

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Princess Isabella of Orleans, Duchess of Guise.

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Ephemera from the Cave of the Golden Calf nightclub including the menu and cabaret program from its opening and copies of the artwork used in the club's decor.

Wyndham Lewis, 1912.

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Quarantine Dreams

March 23rd 2020

People keep coming into our house without being invited. The house is a jumbled mixture of our current house and my childhood home. Something is wrong with the door, but we can’t figure out what is wrong or how to fix it. First the visitors are friends and family members but soon strangers start arriving and they seem sinister. Their clothes are dirty, and they act aggressively.

March 24th 2020

I am at my deceased grandmother’s old apartment. It is small and cramped and everything is covered in beige and rose chintz. My grandmother is hosting a party complete with catering and waiting staff in full livery. I’m not sure how we can fit everyone into the apartment. Another problem is that the chandelier light fitting on the ceiling is covered with bats. The bats keep dropping to the floor and I have to rescue them from being stepped on by the party guests. They are small and soft with leathery wings. The lights from the chandelier hurt their eyes so I carry them into the bedroom and let them hang upside down in the wardrobe among my grandmother’s silk scarves.

March 25th 2020

I visit a supermarket but the only things on the shelves are Tide washing powder and lettuce. The aisles seem to continue forever and are abnormally tall. The place is as big as a cathedral, green walls kept fresh with humidifiers. When I look closer, I can see that the lettuce is growing out of the walls. I ask a staff member where the other things are, and she takes me all around the building finding groceries hidden amongst the plants.

March 26th 2020

I am in an abandoned street searching for a toilet and the only one I could find had glass walls. Instead of looking like a public restroom, it looks like the bathroom in my grandparents’ house with art deco tiles and a large rolltop bathtub with clawed feet. The bath is running and overflowing, flooding the room up to my knees. I try to turn off the taps, but they are stiff and rusty. The water level continues to rise. From the corner of my eye, I witness a shooting across the street. I hope that they don’t see me watching, but the walls are glass.

March 27th 2020

I keep travelling back in time to stop something terrible happening to a child. We are in a small village in the mountains with my whole family and they all seem confused at how I am able to predict the future. No matter what I do to change the course of events, disaster always occurs. At some point I realise the child is my younger self.