#reclaimed yarn

[forbidden-spaghetti]

I knitted a cotton tshirt at the start of the year when I was learning how to knit and I hated it haha. It’s so heavy and it curls so badly. Today, I decided it was time to turn it back into forbidden spaghetti and make it into an object I love instead. I think I’ll be frogging a lot of my early knits.

#craftblr #yarnblr #knitblr #reclaimed yarn #knitting

[annascraftsroom]

Reclaiming yarn. It was once a knitted skirt.

#reclaimed yarn #fiber art

[motorharp]

I realized when I was taking progress photos that I might be able to stitch them together into a gif. Note I said "might".

#knitblr #knitting #knitters of tumblr #knitting with reclaimed yarn #not my best knitting #not my best gif either #the yarn is kinked because I harvested it from another pair of socks #I think I only got the needles confused once or twice #Norwegian Stockings

[ezekiellsplayground]

Got this beautiful bottom whorl spindle from RagBagRebelAlliance on etsy. It’s turned from reclaimed antique parts; shaft is a furniture leg, whorl is a treadle spinning wheel whorl combined with a spinning wheel bobbin end. It kinda reminds me of a dalek eyestalk.

It’s 89g so is going to be a plying spindle. My only issue was it didn’t hold spin well with the flat bottom it was turned with, so I carefully drilled the tip & inserted a ball bearing ball (something I’ve seen professional spindle makers use in their expensive spindles) - it now spins long and smoothly.

#craft #crafts #tools #spindle #bottom whorl spindle #reclaimed spindle #craft tools #yarn #yarn tools #yarn spinning #spinning #hand spinning #wool spinning #spindles

[the-simple-diamond-bunny]

Fabric twine, made from salvaged scraps, update - its 18 yards now, getting bigger.

(Part 6)

#fabric twine #fabric art #craft #crafting project #recycled #reclaimed materials #no waste #crochet #yarn #work in progress #Etsy #I sell these on my Etsy (just fyi) #art yarn #salvaged scrap #i’m having fun #:)

[averagemaker]

Recreation of the Paul McCartney magical mystery tour sweater vest that I knitted a while back for my partners birthday

This was the first knit project I’ve ever completed so to say I’m proud is an understatement lmao

(edit: forgot to mention I used reclaimed yarn that I found from the thrift store!! finding all the right colors was just a sign that this project had to get made)

#knitting #knitwear #sweater vest #paul mccartney #the beatles #magical mystery tour #diy

[findekano]

namiað

AO3 gen, no warnings. Maedhros discusses his abdication.

“What do you suppose my name should be?” Maedhros says, facedown. His back is still red and raw and hot under Maglor’s hands, cooling where the salve is rubbed into his skin. He hisses between his teeth when Maglor reaches his upper back, rubbing into the muscles around where his shoulder separated.

“Nelyo,” Maglor says, on the verge of exasperation.

“You know Nelui lacks dignity. Imagine Grandfather’s despair if I were to go by Nelui! I shudder at the thought.” Maedhros fake shudders, which ends in a bitten-off groan. Maglor tuts, and keeps rubbing Maedhros’ back, though with a lighter hand.

“Why this preoccupation with names? Two weeks ago, you could hardly recall your own,” Maglor says, uncertain. Maedhros’ grief is difficult to discern from his humour, and often they come twined together like fine yarn.

“I wonder if Ñolofinwë will keep the title,” Maedhros answers.

“What would that be?” Maglor hums. “Fingolfin? Finwë Ñolofinwë? Though he does not bear any right to that anymore, now that he has joined the host of the fleeing Noldor. And besides, the sound of Fingolfin is—” Maglor makes a face.

Maedhros turns his head to look at Maglor. His eyes are bright and clear and certain.

“Do you suppose Finelfin is any better?”

Maglor makes the same face.

“It is a burden to be borne,” he says, in that silly, affected way when he performs among well-mannered Eldar.

“Makalaurë,” Maedhros intones. Maglor ceases his ministrations and becomes that brother that Maedhros loves so well.

“I do not mean to take up Finelfin as my title. I know— Nelyafinwë is my birthright—"

Maglor interrupts with a sharp ai! on the inhale, breathy and quiet. Maedhros lifts his finger, and Maglor is silent.

“I bear Finwë’s lineage, though little good it does me in Beleriand, with Ñolofinwë’s people and ours on the verge of bloodshed. Nor would it be fit for the High King to be pulled from his people the way I must be. We did not come to Beleriand to rule, only to reclaim. We burned the boats, Káno, and a third of Ñolofinwë’s host was lost to the Helcaraxë.”

“You did not burn—”

“I stood aside only. I took no action against you. Would they see it any differently?”

“Would you not be a king renowned? Fëanor would have been a poor king, but you have a mind for it, and a care and talent. Do you not desire it?”

“I do,” says Maedhros, and his voice breaks. He pauses, pressing his hand to his eyes. “But any king with sense would see that he cannot rule a people so divided when he caused the division.”

Maglor begins to weep, then, great tears landing on Maedhros’ cheeks. “Do you still despair? Do you have so little faith in yourself?”

“I have hope,” says Maedhros simply. “Findekáno’s rescue has already begun to repair the wound between our kin. If I abdicate, and pass the crown to Fingolfin, we may yet build a power strong enough to repel Morgoth. We may yet look upon the Silmarils.”

Maglor searches Maedhros’ face with his dark eyes and relents, wiping his eyes with his sleeves, straightening. If his brother is of sound enough mind to work abdication to his advantage, then there must be merit to his words.

“If you choose to abdicate, you cannot use your father-name, and neither can the rest of us, though I expect Curvo will do it in spite of you.”

“Perhaps that is for the best,” Maedhros says with a wicked glint in his eye. “Findekáno is choosing Fingon as his Sindarin name, and Kanafinwë would follow the same pattern into Sindarin. You are a preening bird with all your vanity, and I do not think your pride could withstand sharing a name. Not to mention how confusing the histories would be! Would you be Fingon I or would Findekáno? Perhaps Mingonfin and Tadgonfin? It all seems rather—”

Maedhros yelps as Maglor grasps a modest handful of Maedhros’ hair and tugs.

#the silmarillion #my fic #maedhros #maglor #thank you to finelfin for this

[sashimiyas]

Still Got It

Summary: you and Osamu are doing some spring cleaning and find a volleyball in the process

Word Count: 1k+

Genre: fluff; osamu x reader; established relationship; reads heavily self indulgent bc it is

A/n: it’s just about my life, you know? there’s really nothing else to it. 

Spring may be here, but as the two of you clean a house that’s slowly accumulated an excessive mess, you can’t help but swipe at the sweat that rolls down your brow. You and Osamu, with all the luck in the world, were able to find a two bedroom apartment. The intention was to use it as a guest room for any visitors to use.

(Any meaning Atsumu because who else would abuse free food and a free room so liberally other than the other half to Osamu’s whole?)

But unfortunately, as the years passed, the guest (Atsumu’s) room eventually became storage. Random trinkets gifted over time that you don’t have the heart to throw away but don’t really have any use for gets thrown into its closet. When the two of you upgraded your living room TV for a larger one, Osamu and you decided that the older one is still good. You guys might need it one day so you placed it on top of the wardrobe. Osamu’s excess cooking utensils, Onigiri Miya’s paperworks, and your forgotten hobbies like your crochet hooks and yoga mat, it’s underneath the bed, stacked in piles on the floor, or leaning precariously against the wall.

You can hardly see Osamu with all the junk that stands between you two with you in one corner and him in the other. It’s been silent outside of the radio he’s got playing on his speaker, and you think he might have chickened out at this humongous undertaking you decided to take on this random and absolutely beautiful spring day. 

“Osamu?”

There’s shuffling. A grunt. Then, a massive, elongated groan from what you assume is him trying to stand up again. Satisfied that he’s still helping you clean the place out, you go back to reading the paperwork at your feet, organizing them into separate piles.

“What?” he answers back to you after you don’t elaborate. After living with Osamu for so long, you end up ignoring him since you don’t have a real answer to provide.

“Hey,” he calls for your attention, clearly interested now as to why you called his name, “what do ya want?”

You giggle lightly, “nothing.”

He grumbles and just that small, unintelligible sound makes it known that he’s irritated with you, if not already from the situation you’ve put yourselves in.

“I was just checking if you were here.”

“Where do ya think I would have gone?”

The response takes a while, your mind distracted as you read tax forms from Onigiri Miya that you can’t quite remember doing.

“Hello? Are you still here?”

You stretch your back out so you can peek your head over the bed, armed with a beaming grin. Osamu, as you expected, is giving you the most deadpan of looks, unamused and definitely, absolutely, 100% irritated.

“Hello!” you sing too happily which makes him even more annoyed. His jaw tightens and your eyes stay focused on his face, particularly handsome with that beautiful sheen upon his skin. You try and ease the tension, “how are you doing?”

Osamu is not impressed. He holds out a ball of yarn, “how do ya think?”

“Oh hey! I was going to make a scarf with that.”

“Mighty nice scarf.”

You frown, now standing up to make your way to him. You have to dodge piles of random items, tiptoeing over them carefully lest they topple over, “you are grumpy.”

“Am not,” but he says it too quickly, looks away when he does.

You can’t help but laugh at him and with your distraction, you trip over a gift box full of tissue paper. Osamu’s wingspan is able to reach you, grab a wrist before you fully succumb to a hit from the ground.

“Be careful,” he mumbles as you reclaim your footing. Your fall had loosened the foundation of multiple stacks and a volleyball bounces to Osamu’s feet. The sight of it is a surprise because as much as volleyball is a part of Atsumu’s, the sport has gone to the wayside since Onigiri Miya’s popularity had grown.

He’d been able to manage playing recreationally with the neighbors in the beginning, but now, since the restaurant has become a franchise, Osamu spends most of his days with a carefully structured schedule of traveling to all the separate locations and overseeing its activities. He hardly has time for himself which is probably why he’s annoyed by spending his only day off cleaning.

He picks up the volleyball, rolling it in his hands with a curious look. There’s something in his expression, a longing that you want to help him reach.

“Should we take a break?” you offer. Osamu looks at you dumbly, laughing once more. “Let’s go downstairs and play in the field for a little bit.”

It doesn’t take much to drag Osamu outside where you can fully enjoy the perfect harmony of winter and spring’s kiss. The field isn’t being used by anyone else. It isn’t an actual volleyball court, just a large square of grass for the neighborhood to enjoy, perfect for a picnic or, for your purposes, an impromptu outdoor volleyball court. You stand opposite of him with a good distance as Osamu directs you, all of a sudden in his element and annoyance completely forgotten.

“Make sure ya throw the ball up high with a nice arch.” He provides an example and you nod, heeding his instructions studiously. “Alright, ya ready?”

“Yup!”

With his signal, you do your best to throw it high. Osamu’s approach looks instinctual. He’s not even thinking about it. In just a blink of an eye, you see him hit it and it slams into the grass. The softness of it absorbs most of the impact, but it still bounces twice before rolling to a stop. You look at Osamu, thoroughly impressed and ready to congratulate him, but he’s already puffed his chest out, complete with a smug smile across his features.

“Heh. I still got it.”

You can’t help but giggle. Of course he doesn’t need any affirmation from you after hitting it perfectly even with so much time in between. Still, you go over to him and give his butt a squeeze.

You nod emphatically, “yup. You still do.”

#reina.writeshaikyuu!! #for future reins: you were cleaning out the garage with the husband and he found his skateboard and got on and wondered if he could still do #a ‘pop shove it’ or whatever. verdict: yes he still can

[garadinervi]

Jana Ghalayini, Doves Wear White to the Funeral, (wool, cotton, and acrylic yarn and threads), 2021 [Toronto Palestine Film Festival, Toronto. © Jana Ghalayini]

Exhibition: Weaving in Light: Jana Ghalayini and Weaving to Reclaim (Fatme Elkadry and Fern Facette), Toronto Palestine Film Festival, Toronto, September 21-25, 2022

#art #textile #weaving #structure #pattern #exhibition #jana ghalay #weaving to reclaim #fatme elkadry #fern facette #toronto palestine film festival

[rannadylin]

Ranna's Year in Knits

2023's FOs and the current WIP on the needles!

Wanda Vest by Faye Kennington

Socks in Knit Picks Felici Roommates - my own unwritten pattern

Putting the rest behind a cut since it'll be a LOT of photos!

JCL Hats

Socks in Zwerger Garn Opal XLarge Polarwolf 8-fach - my own unwritten pattern

More JCL hats! (The one with owls is the Owl Night Long Beanie by Deja Joy; the rest are my own unwritten patterns.)

Feather and Fan socks (my own pattern which I think I actually did write up on a Tumblr post somewhere? I knit a lot of feather and fan stripey socks now!) in Knit Picks Felici, Space disco colorway

Ebb and Flow by Michele Bernstein

More Feather and Fan socks! This time in the Rock In Rio colorway of Schachenmayr Regia Festival Color 4-fädig / 4-ply

Flash fingerless gloves, for a commission

Socks (my own unwritten pattern again) in Premier Yarns Serenity Sock Prints in the 108 Dn colorway. I think this yarn is discontinued; I found a few skeins of it in my dresser in my parents' house and reclaimed them. It made great socks! These are some of my favorites -in fact I just wore them yesterday.

Kinross Avenue Wrap by Carla Cuadros

Beverly Mitts by Jean Riedlinger

Spring Buds Fingerless Mitts by Robin Currier

Maleme Cardigan by Meiju K-P

Mallorn Shawl by j kolette beckert (This feels like the magnum opus of the year!)

Yet more JCL hats :-D (The owls are, again, Owl Night Long Beanie by Deja Joy and the hearts are Milda by Claire Slade)

Also more socks in Premier Yarns Serenity Sock Prints! This colorway is 801 Lavendar topaz.

More Feather and Fan Felici socks, too! These are the Olive juice colorway.

Rustic Little Heart by Heidi Kirrmaier (knitting a few of these for a school thing but this is the only one I got a picture of before I handed it off...)

Water Lily by Sybil R is the cutest dishcloth I've ever made. I had to fiddle with the instructions after making the first one (in lighter colors) and ending up with gaps at the tips of the petals, but the second one (in darker colors) turned out delightfully and I gave it to my uncle when he hosted us for Christmas. :-D

And last but not least is the current WIP...but Tumblr tells me I've just hit the limit for pictures in one post XD So I guess it's for the best that my Aeria by Linnea Ornstein is not yet a FO? I'll post it separately, it's too gorgeous to wait for it to be finished!

#ranna knits #knitting #knitblr #ranna's 2023 knits

[headspace-hotel]

Thank you so much for your post and ongoing discussion about the tragedy that is our disconnectedness from the natural environment. Everything you're saying makes perfect sense to me; I literally started using the PictureThis app so I can begin identifying plants this year. It's hard not to be overwhelmed by a sense of loss but the answer is to try to preserve and reclaim this knowledge. I strongly believe it will be one of the most valuable things soon if not already in a postmodern increasingly virtual society, along with hand crafts of all kinds. Anyways thank you for continuing to share your passion and knowledge are so needed 💚

Hand crafts 🤝 Nature (provides the materials)

I've been collecting milkweed fluff. I might end up doing fiber arts because I want to try spinning it into yarn, just as an experiment.

[jennifersblog-en]

"Once Upon a Time"-Inspired Dreamy Beret

After surfing the web for an ideal accessory for several hours, I have finally found a free pattern on Ravelry by Leslie Dalton that replicates the beret worn by Mary Margaret/Snow White in ABC’s Once Upon A time. I immediately saw its potential: it’s not cosplay, but it is “inspired by”, it’s a bit preppy, and it can be very classy, depending on the rest of the outfit.

I knew right away that this beret could be one of my basics.

Therefore, since it is a staple item, I did not stray away from the original; I have kept it a neutral white. It also makes it an item I associate with the winter season.

Although the cable design gave me a little bit of “finger exercise” and a few drops of sweat, I think it is exactly what makes this hat so beautiful, so it was very well worth the effort! This beret is such a fun and versatile item.  Plus, because of its original inspiration, it makes me feel like fairy tale royalty… and all for the very affordable cost of reclaimed white yarn and a few hours of effort while (rather passively and inattentively) watching television. It was very well worth it.

#beret #hat #inspired by #Leslie Dalton #once upon a time #ABC's OUAT #knitting #fashion #fashion collection #pre fall #2024 #romantic #fashion blogger #fashion blog #handmade fashion #inspiration #jennifersblog

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

It's Christmas at the Sussexes'!

"Ethically culled chicken from the family coop with extra helpings of re-heated misery - and a blood diamond bracelet wrapped under the tree: It's Christmas at the Sussexes'"

By Kennedy for Dailymail.Com 25 Dec 2023

As North Polian gusts slip and sigh their way to Montecito, little Archie and Lilibet's sustainable stockings are bursting at their hempen seams.

The Duchess wakes later than usual - no early morning emails to staff today (it's their holiday too, she says empathetically).

A quick final check of the mailbox confirms a festive sadness: cards from Jay Z, Bey, the Beckhams and miscellaneous family members have indeed been lost in transit.

The table is laid by Harry - weary from the hard past year he's had, notably publishing his ghost-written memoir in January.

Turkey's out - instead it's ethically culled chicken from the couple's garden coop.

Place mats are replaced with excess copies of Meghan's best-selling picture book The Bench. (#Recycling hack!!)

While side dishes of betrayal and woe are re-blended, reheated and served with extra helpings. (Bought from Palestinian-owned stores only).

House rules: Don't mention Spotify, Coronation or car chases.

Auntie Oprah slides into the mix and - despite recent rumors of a cooling in relations - I'm happy to report she isn't seated out in the cold.

It's Christmas at the Sussexes'! As North Polian gusts slip and sigh their way to Montecito, little Archie and Lilibet's sustainable stockings are bursting at their hempen seams.

Auntie Oprah slides into the mix and - despite recent rumors of a cooling in relations - I'm happy to report she isn't seated out in the cold.

Here's Doria and Tyler Perry, too - rocking up in a Hertz electric-car rental.

And what Royal Californian Christmas would be complete without raucous parlor games?

Enter Omid Scobie, Target's answer to a court jester.

Charades is so stuffy Sandringham, he says. Fantastical fire-side storytelling is much more modern. The more stupendously make-believe the better.

And so Omid knits a yarn so hysterically phoney and bold, the Sussex family clan fashion matching cardigans and beanies.

These prove perfect for a post-lunch walk on the beach, where they launch ships in bottles to those less fortunate across the globe who aren't lucky enough to have Netflix, newspapers, access to the internet or really any way of hearing H&M's grumbles of grievance.

Back home it's time for gifts under the family spruce - felled from a private jet-offsetting forest.

For Harry from Meghan, a tube of Dr Freud's favorite todger tincture and a new necklace (his last one broke - don't ask how!).

For Meghan from Harry, a stunning tennis bracelet of shimmering blood diamonds.

For the children, a tough lesson that good things come to those who wait, marry rich, or star briefly on Deal Or No Deal. (That's something Meghan learnt from Mandela.)

Beware: a grinch! Samantha Markle pulls up in an Uber armed with gift-wrapped court papers addressed to her sister. How cruel to treat a sibling that way, Harry says.

And what Royal Californian Christmas would be complete without raucous parlor games? Enter Omid Scobie (above), Target's answer to a court jester.

Here's Doria and Tyler Perry, too - rocking up in a Hertz electric-car rental.

Now it's time for the King's speech.

But just then, gathered round the 100' flatscreen, Harry reclining in his hand-carved reclaimed-mahogany throne with vegan pudding in hand, the cable goes out. The TV plunges into darkness.

Asked why she was seen with wire cutters by the fuse box, Meghan says recollections may vary.

And so, in lieu of Charles's festive message, they turn to draw up this year's naughty list of people who have wronged the Duke and Duchess of righteous indignation.

Enemy No.1: The Evil Media. (WAAAGH!)

Enemy No.2: The entire British public. (Colonizers!)

The TV plunges into darkness. Asked why she was seen with wire cutters by the fuse box, Meghan says recollections may vary.

In lieu of Charles's festive message, they turn to draw up this year's naughty list of people who have wronged the Duke and Duchess of righteous indignation

Also included: Bill 'f***ing grifters' Simmons and Disney, who continue to refuse to offer Meghan a well-earned lead roll.

Looking ahead to the new year, H&M mentally prepare for another twelve months of being begged for content, lifestyle guidance, therapy advice, and thoughts on how to live in truth.

A 2024 relaunch of the The Tig/Instagram/Suits spinoff/general good works? Just you wait - and wait!

All that's then left is a toast to success, wealth, celebrity friends, humility and freedom."

#megxit #Kennedy #revenge #sussex #suckit #waaagh #hollyweird #Christmas

[thehallstara]

anyways. things keeping me going rn:

fhjy

the very real chance of getting to spend my birthday, my partner's birthday, and our anniversary together this year

playing silly little games with my friends

beloved research

both the excitement and fear of getting crutches (i keep dreaming about being able to walk through museums and stuff this summer. walk!!! here's hoping.)

adult sleepovers (or the potential of)

crocheting with reclaimed yarn

doing a drag show this year (hopefully)

library books

planning for the future <3

lesbians

making things just for me

good fucking music

birthday in chicago??? maybe???? hopefully????

a story i'm really really excited about telling

friends!!!!

#s.txt #little bit of happy things. bc there are things i'm excited abt too

[annnmoody]

Bethany Moody, ᴄʜᴀɪɴ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ, 2023. Made with reclaimed and crocheted synthetic and natural fibers, constructed and crocheted secondhand tshirt yarn, and ironed plastic shopping bags, 47.5 x 57.5 in.

[invinciblerodent]

So.... just curious, would anyone be interested in it if I were to post some of my crochet stuff?

I mostly make things like this little guy I freehanded recently-

His name is Dennis and I think he's really cute ❤️

I especially like how since most of him is made of reclaimed or vintage yarn, he's pretty much one-of-a-kind ❤️

#personal #crochet #amigurumi #I've been thinking about writing my own patterns #nothing major just a few plushies and stuff #I have one other basic body design; that's a lot dumpier #than this guy #and a lot more versatile because of that too #so far I've adapted it to a cat a bear and a baby dragon