A Stitch in Thyme. @stitch-in-thyme - Tumblr Blog

Finally managed to knit a project after God knows how long of being mentally unable to... Actually managed three for Christmas presents.

Picked up basket weaving.

Started a new job at a cabinet shop (yay monotonous quiet and not dealing with the public) and ended up making a ludus latrunculorum board out of scrap oak and Maple.

Helped my girlfriend make cutting boards out of scrap wood for Christmas presents.

#crafting #woodworking #knitting #basket weaving

Alright International Tumblr hive mind.

I've been translating a few old phildar patterns(personal use)

I've made it through 4 hats and a scarf.

The beginning of this pattern is stumping me. And I don't know if it's nuances of French knitting, or me not knowing enough about knitting in English to understand. (I understand the stockinette and seed/moss stitch terms. And that it's some kind of shaping. But I'm lost on specifics.)

#knitted #knitters of tumblr #knittersofravelry #knitting #knitblr #translation #french #craft

queer-as-city-folk

Reblog to open a rail line from your blog to the person you reblogged this from

fearthefuzzybear

our beautiful rail line... (so far)

scrawnytreedemon

BEHOLD!

Public transport!

stitch-in-thyme

"I like trains"

Can you plug your nostrils enough to prevent inhalation/water intake without using your hands?

Yes

No

Wtf, people can do that?

Voting ended onFeb 15, 2024

Reblog for larger sample size if you want.

#questions #tumblr polls #polls #random polls

aru

Tumblr Code.

geekishchic

If I ever see any of you in public, the code is “I like your shoelaces”

that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person

must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!

Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.

always reblog tumblr identification

ty-bayonet-betteridge

good god this just crossed my dash in the year of our lord 2023

jeremysknoxes

I LIKE YOUR SHOELACES??? IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2024??

asteroidtroglodyte

Let’s take it to 4 million, folks!

alt-menu

almost there!

slender-woman

so

so close

collect my shoe laces

stephendann

Mr President, we have the shoe lace.

mapsontheweb

Guide to Figuring out the Age of an Undated World Map.

pyrrhiccomedy

No but take the time to actually read it because I lost like 15 minutes.

dare-to-dm

I have a friend who is really good at this type of thing. He once found an old globe at a garage sale and he was able to pin the date of it’s making down to like a 6 month window, because it only would’ve been correct during a specific point in WWII.

I was mad impressed, because I have no mind for geography. I can barely remember my own state’s capitol.

marlinspirkhall

A Vulcan named Stork works at the Terran adoption agency. Parents always request that he be the one to deliver their child to them.

taken-aurally

It’s years before anyone explains it to him.

thetimetostrikeislater

People keep gifting him robes with long white birds on them.

thetimetostrikeislater

whetstonefires

The fun thing is he would understand why people were getting him outfits with storks on them. That’s a word, it’s his name, straightforward. All the humans get him the same gag gift, but like, they’re putting effort in at least. This is a genuinely nice outfit. Stork will be a walking zero-effort pun sometimes, rather than waste a perfectly fine robe.

It’s fine. This is a readily comprehensible human illogic. Exactly the kind of thing he expected from moving to Earth.

Six years in he finds out about the stork bringing babies.

thesaltofcarthage

Stork has a good long meditation session about this myth, his name, his job, the outfits, the whole shebang (or whatever Vulcan concept is the equivalent).

And he decides he’s honored by it, in a humanly illogical way.

The humans are asking him to do what is after all his job, and specifically requesting him for the joy his name brings them on top of an already agreeable and satisfying task. He has no objection to engendering positive emotions in others. Harm hastens the heat-death of the universe, Surak teaches, so happiness must logically slow it down.

Plus, Vulcans of his generation love puns. There were two decades of punning competitions in colleges across the planet. So when he realizes that he is a walking zero-effort pun, and that the humans also love the pun, he is all for it. He is the Joe Cool of the entire Vulcan population in his city.

And via this pun, the humans are including him in a cherished and traditional myth, by casting him as the literal bringer of life and the expander of families.

There’s no downside. Stork wears his robes, pins, keychains, and other bird-related tchotchkes with genuine pride.

shinobicyrus

YES IT’S BACK ON MY DASH AT LAST

For real though working together with some human social workers, a Vulcan would be an excellent caretaker for children in an adoption center.

Child has a meltdown? Imagine Stork, perfectly calm and unbothered, approaching the kid and saying “You appear quite upset, Eliza. If you would please allow me to relocate you to the ‘bean-bag-chair,’ we can discuss the source of your distress.”

A Vulcan educated in medicine and child psychology would be endlessly patient with a kid with behavioral issues. Stork wouldn’t get or upset or frustrated. After all, these are children with medical and psychological conditions. It would be illogical to blame the child or to not treat them with the appropriate care.

Even if the a little one was having a bad day or was just overtired, Stork wouldn’t get angry. He might even be a calming presence. Any new kids acting out would learn real quick that they’d have better luck trying to arm-wrestle a Klingon than get a rise out of Stork.

Not only that, Vulcans live much longer than humans. Imagine Stork looking virtually unchanged as decades pass. Kids he’d helped years ago would turn up fully grown, maybe there to adopt their own kids, and run into Stork, looking almost exactly as they remember him.

And he’d probably remember them too. “Welcome back, Eliza.”

departmentq

“…Harm hastens the heat-death of the universe, Surak teaches, so logically happiness must slow it down…”

Will reblog every time it crosses my dash 🖖🏾

loveendlesslyhopelessly

hi

sleepy-bebby

Baby Clifford & baby Snoopy

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omomix

it was just a misunderstanding

omomix

post-timeskip

joie-de-livre-deactivated202402

being a writer is sometimes just like

“she raised the sword - *stares out of the window for three minutes* - high above her head, its- *plays with pen* - silver skin glinting in the- *gets up and walks around the room* - golden sunlight. her face- *opens tumblr*