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I'm learning to hand sew! very first patch I've ever sewed ever <3 I mended this vest as well. I'm very excited to keep going and learn more!

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Designing a ball gown: Day 0 (recap)

My goal for this entire project is to redesign and repair a dress I thrifted.

So far I have cut out the old dress bodice entirely and am planning out how I am going to replace it:

I’m going to use these two fabrics:

Will update soon! References and inspiration can be provided upon request

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I'm realizing now I never posted photos of the finished blanket I made a yearish ago! This was for my niece for her second xmas, and I'm suuuuuper proud of how it turned out. got the stitch pattern from a crochet book and made the rest up myself!

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first finished project of 2026!

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bottom up tote is coming along, first project in a long time. i abandoned the pattern very quickly lol.

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Face The Hurricane

[ID: A lone person stands on a grassy hill. They are holding an inverted umbrella and their top hat has flown off. In front of them is an opaque whirlwind. ]

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He’d been… away… but as far as Wilbur was concerned, he was fine now, he was going to visit Quackity. Make up some drama, mess around, maybe even gamble.

As he drew near, he saw smoke coming out of the van’s doors, and the lights on. Great, he thought. Ranboo must have burned the burgers again.

He was fine now, he’d go help out his employee.

It wasn’t the first time this had happened, ranboo seemed to enter into a strange state sometimes where he would stare at the wall. Wilbur knew how to extinguish fires now.

Even if he was used to setting them.

He unlocked the door, and stepped inside to find a floating apparition. Memories of a pale blue ghost filled his mind, until he looked closer.

A gash with red and green blood, like his eyes. A sheet covered him. Half black, half white. His ring was gone.

Ranboo smiled and said, “I’m glad you’re here! I wanted t-”

Wilbur cut in, “What happened to you?” He pointed at the stab wound. “I died” Ranboo said, “And set all my worries and stress free” Ranboo flew in a circle in the air. “Now, about the celebration-“ “What are you celebrating?” Wilbur croaked. Ranboo (really Ghostboo, but it felt strange to assume), responded, “Why, that very thing— my freedom!” He made a wide gesture, almost touching the walls. It was hard to tell, but it seemed like Ra-Ghostboo, was beaming.

Wilbur backed away in horror. He was fine now, everything was fine- he would just have to go away again, for fine reasons-

Ranboo asked if Wilbur wanted a burger. That snapped him back, and Wilbur coldly replied, “No, they’re burned” and turned off the stove.

“It seems like you’re being a negative ninny, why don’t you turn that frown upside down” Ghostboo rotated so he was floating upside down. “I’m being a negative ninny because you died” Wilbur rasped.

He was fine now, the only person who he didn’t have a past with was dead and it was all his fault for hiding.

Ghostboo leaned forward and asked, “But wh-“ “Leave” Wilbur growled, “You’ve been fired” He needed some time to do something, to be fine again. They missed the other guy so much, why not bring him back?

Ghostboo floated out the door. He fidgeted with an empty ring finger as he left, almost as if he was missing something. Or someone.

Inside the empty van, Wilbur felt the empty space. The void… was this how they felt? When he finally left, on his one-way train?

The cold walls. The loneliness, only there was no control panel. Was this his fate? To hurt the people he cares about until they leave, one way or another? He sat on the floor with his head in his hands and wondered if he ever really left the train station.

“Anyone here?” Wilbur looked up, and saw tommy. He had some alliums in one hand and a curious look on his face. “Where’s Ranboo?” He asked. “Ranboo’s… been put on permanent leave” Wilbur replied. He didn’t feel like having Tommy be mad at him now, for firing his friend. Tommy asked, “Do you want to go watch the sunrise?” His sunrise. That was right. One way or another, he was here, and he wanted to feel alive. He didn’t want to leave just yet. “Yeah” Wilbur responded and got up.

He’d visit the graveyard later. Now, it was good to see the sun rise again, despite its prolonged absence. Maybe he, too, could rise again.

He wasn’t fine right now, but maybe with enough sunrises and sunsets and apologies he could be. He could be someone again.

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Designing a ball gown: Day 3

I made a fabric mock up of the bodice and tweaked the neckline.

I have cut out the front and back cotton bodice pieces, and after some thought have decided to fully line them. (Basically a second layer underneath, of the same fabric)

(Sorry for less-than-stellar lighting)

I’m thinking of changing the back bodice neckline to a wide V instead of a square; what do you guys think?