Craft stores are just like "can I interest you in some...objects? some items? would you like some things?" and every time I'm like Oooh I love objects and items and things!
GILMORE GIRLS (2000 - 2007 / 2016) — favorite relationships.
that is some next level knot magic.
it isn’t though!!! it’s because most relationships aren’t worth the effort. The “sweater curse” is actually most commonly called the “BOYFRIEND sweater curse.” Which=heteronormative, but the curse most often falls on a woman knitting a sweater for a boyfriend. Before she finishes the sweater, they break up - pop culture would have you believe it’s because the boyfriend freaks out do to the weirdness/clinginess of having a sweater made for you, but I think knitters are wiser than that.
It’s because after spending serious £££ on materials, and then HUNDREDS OF HOURS OF LABOR on the creation of the item, with every stitch a prayer of totally focused intent, creating a large display of technical skill - it is then gifted to a non-knitter who does NOT APPRECIATE the work/effort/skill/cost/TIME it took to make it, and in fact thinks you’re a bit weird and making a big deal out of a piece of clothing, and after they go “oh thanks” and shove your creation in the cupboard next to a sweater they got for £15 at an M&S sale, then they never wear your sweater because it’s too tight because when you asked them how their favorite sweaters usually fit they said “I ‘unno” and when you measured them for the fifth time and asked, rather tersely, if they had enough room in the chest, they said “I guess,” and then if pressed they say they don’t really like the sweater design, but then you point out that they were supposed to participate in helping you design it and they say they don’t really care about how things look, and when you say that you tried to match it to their other clothes so how can they hate it, then they say that honestly their mother still buys all their clothes because they hate going shopping, and that they hate all their other clothes too, well. That’s when a sensible knitter goes “Fuck this shit. And you know what? Fuck this man.”
This is what happens when someone posts in a knitting forum “Attack of the sweater curse!” - this is the usual story. It has a rigid plot. It is as old as myth.
That’s when you look at the time you spent and realize, “I could LITERALLY have written the first draft of a novel instead of doing this.” That’s when you go “I could have taken that £200 and bought myself a new wardrobe.” That’s when you go “I could have taken all that intent, all that willpower, all that creative force, and laid down some fucking witchcraft, all right?” That’s when you go “I basically spent 100 hours straight thinking about this bastard while making something amazing for him, and I have no evidence that he ever spent 10 hours of his life thinking about me.”
And “I could spend this time and energy and money in making myself an enormous, intricate heirloom silk shawl with just a touch of cashmere, in elvish twists and leafy lace in all the colors of the night, shot through with subtly glittering stars, warm in winter and cool and summer and light as a lover’s kiss on the shoulders, suitable for draping over my arms at weddings or wrapping myself in to watch the sea, a lace-knotted promise to myself that I will keep for my entire life and gift to my favorite granddaughter when I die, and she will wear it to keep alive my memory - but instead I have this sweater, and this fuckboy.”
The sweater curse is a lesson that the universe gives to a knitter at an important point in their life. It is a gift.
Knitting a sweater for a husband or wife generally doesn’t call down the curse, because the relationship is meant to be stronger than 4-ply.
(Although I say this, but I’ve taken over 5 years to finish a pair of mittens for my husband, because he casually asked me to do something customized with the cables, and I still can’t get the math to work on the right hand.)
this post is so much better with that commentary
Fuck yes.
Hey @elodieunderglass! How’re the mittens coming along?
It is 2020, we recently marked 9 years of marriage and no progress has been made
joan watson + suits
The Creature tries to remember what it once was
You’re… Good to you? Yeah. For the most part.
Ten Major Artists:
Wong Wong & Lulu
Pepper examining himself before commencing a self-portrait
Pepper’s self-portrait
Tiger the spontaneous reductionist
Misty goes off the wall
Minnie, the abstract expressionist
Minnie’s Reindeer in Provence, 1992.
Smokey painting after an hour in the catnip patch
Smokey at work
Ginger’s Stripped Bare Birds, 1992.
Princess, the elemental fragmentist
Charlie, the peripheral realist
this literally makes me so happy
What a delight!
For the animal lovers!
Whatever happens, as long as we’re together, it’s cool, right? High School Musical 2 (August 17th, 2007) dir. Kenny Ortega
loving someone is so interesting because there are moments I get to see who I am without all of my trauma. Like I remember feeling like I wasn’t the affectionate type until I met my first love, and suddenly I had words for daysss. simply overflowing with affection and words for her. I didn’t realize I was capable of that. And then, with a different love, I learned how much I loved to touch. How much I wanted to hold and to cuddle and to feel. how natural it felt. I didn’t know I would love to be touched so much. I feel like love after trauma is relearning yourself. love after trauma is seeing who you are when you’re offered a safe space. safe love is simply Being whoever you’re meant to be.
“I'm sure there are aspects of my personality buried within me that will surface as soon as I know I am completely loved.” — Kosinski
clearly i’m a top hat, so come on, hand it over.
free soup
you’re going to be so, so cursed.
I mean, that’s not wrong, we just eventually decided to start cataloging curses and naming them things like “amoebic dysentery”
Me getting ready for a barbcue near the lake:
TRY AGAIN!