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I finally got around darning the toe of my favourite knitted socks!

I’ve had them for six years at this point and basically live (and sleep) in these socks all winter, and they are starting to fall apart; but I will darn them until nothing of the original yarn is left and then some more! They are from some generic fast fashion brand and I’m kind of surprised by how well they hold the constant use.

The purple yarn originally served to tie together a pair of leg-warmers my mum gifted me from a super cute and knitting and sewing shop. It was the perfect length to darn the hole in the toe of my sock.

The blue darned patch is from last year, I think, and it’s some sort of poly yarn leftover I found in my mum’s box of miscellaneous sewing and knitting supplies. I just had to pull in a few threads that came loose before they broke.

happy birthday to my best friend grey 🐇🩵🫂🛌

Looking mournfully at the rip in the sleep of my favourite vintage nightgown as I put it in the Pile of Doom. The size of the patch to strengthen the fabric as well as the number of rows of hand stitching it requires is kind of daunting.

Moon. Fabric and thread. Stitched from a photo my brother took.

Apparently a part of the reason why farmed bees stay in the beehives that humans build for them is because the farm hives are safer and sturdier. I don't know how a busy Discord server's worth of bugs that only have one brain cell each would logically conclude that the humans protect them from outside threats, illness and parasites, but if I understood right, the bees would be free to move away and build a new nest somewhere else any time they'd want, and they simply choose not to.

You know how in almost every culture, people have some concept of "if I sacrifice something that I made/grew/produced to the Gods, they will ward me and my harvest from evil"?

So, in a way, don't the bees willingly sacrifice a part of their harvest to an entity not only far greater than them, but nearly beyond their comprehension, in exchange for protection against natural forces wildly outside of their own control?

So tell me, beekeepers, what are you to your bees, if not a mildly eldritch God?

ahehehehe!! Weeeeeeeeee!!! ^w^ *holding your hand and skipping with you as we are hunted for sport*

THH... exists?

I've actually been getting into V3 so much lately that I GENUINELY FORGOT THAT KIYOTAKA DIED IN DR1-

Like I'm not even fucking kidding here, I just read a Kiyotaka post and was like "Cool, blorbo is happy living :3" and then just like... stopped for a good minute. "Wait... that's not right..."

My stupid ass forgot Danganronpa 1 is an actual game. And continued after chapter 2... I forgot how forgettable THH can be when compared to the pacing and plot of SDR2.

I forgot about that shitty chapter 5 trial, and I forgot about Yasuhiro and... Toko and Sakura... and Kyoko and Byakuya and Aoi. I think that's all the survivors other than Makoto?

WTF I GENUINELY FORGOT SAKURA IN CHAPTER 4- WHAT-

I forgot about Alter-Ego too? Guys help it's leaving my memory. /hj

Tsumugi hyper-fixation consumes me.

THH resentment is leaving :DDD

Smoogieeee >:3

To the folks who is responding to my silly little poll about how y'all are progressing on projects during this holiday crunch with "I don't make gifts anymore because they are not appreciated", I am so very sorry y'all have had that experience.

I sometimes think we all have.

I no longer paint, because as a teen I spent months on a painting for my sperm donor in yet another attempt to bring out of him the father I always wanted. He promptly began criticizing everything that was wrong. Heartbroken, I took it back on the pretense I was going to "fix" it. Years later, after I finally ended my relationship with him; I burned it in a ritual as a final break from him.

I never painted a picture again. Rarely drew.

Having someone not appreciate your gift or are pointedly indifferent to it will shatter your soul.

To all y'all who have experienced this, I am so very sorry. I give to you my sincerest love and deepest hope that none of us experience that ever again.

Also, I am so proud of y'all for protecting yourselves! It is not worth the pain and anger to go through that shit again. I know some of y'all have that deep-rooted guilt because you have heard "but <insert excuse>" your whole fucking life until it just sits inside you giving your internal bully ammo to hit you with. (Especially true when it comes to family.) Let me assure y'all, it's bullshit and it eventually goes away.

To those who are planning to give handmade gifts, may each and every onr bring the kind of joy that sets your soul alight.