#1332 knit

[1332knitweardesignhouse]

Woot!!! I won this rousing round of yarn chicken with the Casey. So glad to get the back finished and off of my needles. Ready to start the front as soon as I get my new needles in. Love this color and the way it is working up.

[mama-ghostie-61542]

Hey, y'all!!

Happy New Year!!!!

This year will be about my financial growth! I have it started, but this year will be the all in year.

Go check out my shop!! Lol. I have a page here, under @1332knitweardesignhouse I'll leave a link to the Kofi shop too!

https://ko-fi.com/1332knitweardesignhouse

As such, I'll be doing up a ton of stuff for the shop. I'm thinking of adding some simple home decor things made from recycled materials.

Sorry, I'm really stoked for this year!!

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1332

TW: Substance Abuse | Overdose

Anon asked:

Do you have some prompts for a whumpee struggling with substance abuse after some bad things happening in their life, and their friend / caretaker supporting them through it?

A few:

Maybe the caretaker notices erratic behaviour and decides to address it gently. This could lead to a discussion, or even an argument if the whumpee tries to deny it despite the evidence being clear. (Why do they try to deny it? Are they ashamed? Embarrassed? Worried about what people are going to think?)

The caretaker could find out about the abuse when the whumpee hits rock bottom. They could get a call from the hospital/a concerned friend etc. Maybe they haven't heard from the whumpee in a few days, so decide to do a welfare check of sorts. They could get there just in time to witness the whumpee overdosing.

Does the whumpee relapse? Do the caretakers threaten to give up on them?

^ I like the idea of the caretaker saying that in private, but the whumpee accidentally overhears.

During recovery they celebrate small victories - a day sober, three days sober, a week sober etc etc. It becomes tradition to get a cake for every milestone. Maybe at a longer milestone - when the whumpee as gotten much better - it's not until late at night that they realise it's a milestone day. Their only option is to go to a gas station to find a cake, but their only choices are the questionable hotdogs, flowers, a chocolate bar, or even more questionable sushi.

At first the whumpee rejects professional help, but seeing the strain it puts on the caretakers, they decide to seek out a therapist.

Don't forget the withdrawal symptoms.

What kind of coping mechanisms do they put in place? Chewing gum? Knitting? Folding laundry?

On the emotional side - the whumpee has to work very hard to repair the relationships they damaged.

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[biisexualemma]

revenge. oscar diaz

word count: 1332

warnings: cuts and bruises and lots of angry

requested: no but i read a really good imagine on here about the reader getting caught up with the prophets and it kind of inspired this (link here)

plot: you get hurt

a/n: this is something i‘ve had in my drafts for ages so i’m posting just as some sort of content. i’m sort of getting back into writing but it’s taking me a minute. i’ve got a few requests to write and i promise i’ll write them at some point i just need a break lol. anyway hope this helps you guys somehow, i know everything is super heavy atm (and i encourage you guys to keep going and keep talking / posting / having discussions about it) but we all need a break every now and again. so hope this helps you take a break.

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you knew what was coming as soon as you walked in. you knew what his reaction would be. you winced, clutching your side. you'd been holding in your tears for most of the walk home but as soon as you got through the door, you cracked.

his head snapped in your direction, his heart racing when he saw the state you were in. you were walking closer to where he sat with other santos members around him. blood dripping from your nose, your face contorted as you started to cry.

"osc—oscar," his eyes were wide and furious. he was straight over to you, his friends sitting in shock of you. no one dared even touch you, they knew this. it was common knowledge that you were oscar's girl. whoever did this was already dead.

his hands hovered over your face for a split second, he hesitated as he took in the full extent of your injuries. someone jumped you. "who— what— what happened?" he cupped your face, checking out your nose for any breaks but he saw none, just lots of blood. you cried harder when he spoke to you. his heart was breaking but his anger was untameable at this point. "baby— bebe, who did this? who did it? hm? i'll kill 'em. give me a name, now."

his head was all over the place. he wanted to tend to you but he wanted to put a bullet in the head of the person who did this to you. he could feel you shaking, you shook your head. "pro—prophets— i was walking home when they— they pulled up."

your lip was quivering, oscars jaw clenching. his hands moved to your waist and you flinched. eyebrows furrowed, he lifted your shift carefully, noticing a sizeable bruise forming on your ribs. he stepped back, running a hand over his face. he was furious. "names. give me names, mami."

his voice was low, demanding. you reached out, your arms wrapping round his torso, clinging to him. you could hear his heart pounding. he held you, his face tucked into your neck, his heavy breaths felt against your skin.

you pulled away slightly, his arms still holding you. you described the car and the three prophets who'd rolled up on you. "i—i don't know their names— i didn't recognise them,” you shook your head, hiccuping as you calmed down. the initial shock of it all had set you off but you were ok. you could manage.

"hombres," he called to the other santos members who sat waiting for their orders. his eyebrows were knitted tight, his lips pulled into a tight line. they all rose, knowing what was coming next. "we're out. pack up and get out. now,” they all did as he said, gearing themselves and heading outside where they waited for oscar who still held onto you tight.

"mami," you looked at him with sad eyes. your cheeks were pink, blood still staining you nose and mouth. oscar pulled you into the kitchen, sitting you in on other chairs. he routed through the freezer before pulling out a bag of peas. he handed them to you. "press that to your stomach. ok? keep it there, even if it gets too cold. it'll help,” he turned his back, now digging through the cupboards, pulling out some bandages, gauze, cloths and whatever he could find. he soaked the cloth in hot water before returning to you. he was a pro at this. he knew what helped. he just didn't think he'd ever have to use any of this on you.

he crouched down in front of you, he held one hand to your face and started cleaning up the blood with the damp cloth with the other. you cringed when he dabbed to hard, and he'd mumbled a soft apology. you noticed his hands shaking slightly, his jaw still tightly clenched as he finished cleaning up your face. "it's not broken," he ducked his head. "puts these up there to stop the bleeding and i'll be back ok?" he handed you some cotton wool to put up your nose and stop anymore bleeding.

you grabbed his hand as he stood up to leave. "do you have to go?" you frowned. it was breaking his heart to look at you like that. he looked away for a split second.

"they gotta pay," he tensed. he huffed. "i'm gonna call cesar, ok? he'll come stay with you. but i gotta go handle this. they're not getting away with this."

your eyelashes fluttered. you knew what he meant, you knew what he was going to do. you had to let him do it. you wouldn't be able to stop him no matter how hard you tried. you often turned a blind eye to that part of oscar's life. you preferred not to get involved.

you nodded, mumbling a soft ok. he leaned down, kissing your forehead gently. "go lay down, ok? i'll be back soon,” you nodded again. he pressed his forehead against yours before letting go.

"i love you,” you mumbled before he could leave. "be careful, please."

"love you,” he turned away and left. you knew cesar would be here soon, but while you were alone you let yourself cry some more, stuffing your nose with cotton wool and laying down in your shared bed with the frozen peas resting on your ribs. you just wanted him to come back in one piece. you tried not to think about it but it was hard not to.

it was late when oscar returned. you and cesar spent the last couple hours talking and watching tv and eating. he was good company when he was around, he kept your mind off things. but when you heard the door unlock, your breath caught in your throat. you'd seen oscar is worse states but it still hurt. he walked past you both, he huffed, running a hand over his face. you nudged cesar, and he took the hint, leaving the two of you alone. you moved from the sofa into the kitchen. you touched his arm, trying to urge him to turn around.

"oscar," you mumbled. he turned to face you, his anger was still evident. his jaw clenched and eyebrows knitted tight. you also noticed a purple bruise forming on his cheekbone, and a couple of cuts, a pretty big one above his eyebrow, and another just on his collarbone. you didn't like that he'd gotten himself like this because of you. "you ok?" you were barely speaking above a whisper. you were careful with what you were saying, you knew how angry he was. you also knew how much oscar hated dealing with these things. you knew he wanted out. he didn't want this life anymore. you could see the mix of emotions in his expression.

he nodded. he glanced at you, his eyes lingering as you walked to the cupboard, pulling out a cloth and soaking it with warm water. you stood in front of him again, beginning to clean the cut on his face.

"i'm sorry," you mumbled, your lip quivered uncontrollably. "it's my fault all this happened,” you didn't look him in the eyes but you could feel his watching you. his hands grabbed your wrist to stop you tending to him.

"don't,” he threw the cloth aside, wrapping his arms around you. he was just glad you were here and you were safe. that's all that mattered to him right now. "you're safe. ok? you don't need to worry about 'em again."

you frowned, leaning your head against his chest once more. you tried not to think about it too much. you just nodded, letting him run his fingers through your hair. "i love you."

"i love you, mami,” he mumbled, his head tucked into your neck. he pulled back slightly, your arms still wrapped around him tight. he moved his hands to either side of your face. "tu eres mi alma. nobody's ever gonna hurt you again. ok?"

he pressed his lips to yours gently, careful not to hurt you. he couldn't bare to lose you.

[scotianostra]

On April 1st 1295 Robert Bruce, “The Great Competitor” and grandfather of King Robert the Bruce, died.

A common mistake people make is thinking the Bruce who was up against John Balliol in the “great cause” was the same man who we know as THE Bruce, but it was his Grandfather the subject of this post.

  There is a lot of confusion when talking about the family the explanation will become apparent, it doesn't help that they were all called Robert!

  The family of Bruce originated from the town of Brus, modern day Brix between Cherbourg and Valognes in Normandy who came across to England in the wake of the conquest of 1066 and was granted some manors in Yorkshire by William I(The Conqueror) his name was Adam, after this they all got the same name. As I just pointed out  the Bruce family displayed a distinct lack of imagination in the naming of their sons. Having settled on the name Robert they stuck with it through thick and thin down the generations. Hence there are a succession of eight Robert Bruce’s over a period of three centuries and to make matters worse there are four generations of Roberts who each chose a wife named Isabel/Isabella.

You might think that this would be a source of confusion and you would be correct. More than one source gets hopelessly mixed up between Robert Bruce and another and it sometimes seems to be the case that no one is quite clear which Robert Bruce did what.

The second Robert of Bruce was notable for his friendship with David son of Malcolm III, king of Scots, who spent the early part of his life living in England as the Earl of Huntingdon, after his marriage with Matilda, daughter of Walthe of Siwardson and heiress to the estate of Huntingdon.

When David I, king of Scots, needed some muscle, he looked to his Norman friends down south, Robert Bruce II was one of a number of Norman knights invited north to help the King knit together the rather disparate group of territories that fell under his rule. Robert was granted the Lordship of Annandale, which was then within the territory of Strathclyde in what later became Dumfriesshire.

Having said that nothing was ever black and white in those days and when King David fought the English at the Battle of the Standard in the year 1138 this Robert was on the English side. It was nothing personal but at this point The Bruce family owned land in what is now Yorkshire. To complicate things further by now there was a third Robert and you guessed it, the younger man was fighting on the Scottish side, this is what is known as hedging your bets! This third Robert subsequently lost control of the family land in Yorkshire. The fourth Robert’s great contribution was to marry Isabel of Scotland the daughter of William the Lion, king of Scots. This was an indication of how important the Bruce family had became within the young kingdom of Scotland, but the marriage achieved an even greater significance in later years, as it was this connection with the Canmore dynasty that was to form the main basis of the claims by this Robert’s great-great-grandson to the throne of Scotland, and indeed John Balliol.

  The fifth Robert married another Isabel, Isabel of Huntington who was the daughter of David, Earl of Huntington and Matilda of Chester. This David was the son of Henry of Huntington, son of David I of Scotland and Isabel was therefore niece of the aforementioned William the Lion; so yet another connection was made with the House of Canmore. I hope you're keeping up, that's a second David been added to the mix, but don't worry there is only one more of them to come!

  On to number six. This is the Robert who died on this day in 1295. The sixth Robert continued the family tradition and married yet another Isabel, this time Isabel de Clare daughter of Gilbert de Clare and Lady Isabel Marshall which established a connection with the powerful Anglo-Norman de Clare and Marshall families.

This Robert was the first of his line to promote his claim as a candidate for the Scottish throne which became vacant following the death of Queen Margaret in 1290. He wasn’t successful on this occasion but it brought the Bruce's right to the forefront of Scottish politics.

The seventh Robert married Marjorie of Carrick (the Countess of Carrick), and by right of his wife thereby obtained the title of Earl of Carrick. Like his great-great-grandfather, he too fought on the English side against the Scots, this time at the battle of Dunbar in 1296. Although such is the confusion between the various Bruce's, others suggest that it was not him but his son Robert the Bruce who did so, which would be doubly ironic. It's another case of mibbe's aye, mibbe's naw.

  And the most important one the most well-known is number eight Robert the Bruce who was the great champion of Scottish independence, he had himself crowned king of Scotland in 1306, defeated Edward II of England at the battle of Bannockburn in 1314, issued the Declaration of Arbroath in 1320, he died in 1329.

And there it ended, Robert broke the long line of Bruce's named Robert and named his oldest son David, who became David II of Scotland. There was another Robert Bruce though, but he was illegitimate to an unknown mother, Sir Robert Bruce, Lord of Liddesdale. He was killed leading a charge at the Battle of Dupplin Moor on 11th August 1332. during the second wars of Independence.

If you have a wee look at the lineage on the right in the pic, you can see how closely related, Balliol, Comyn and Bruce were.

[inosukeanti]

The Boar Prince (1/1, 1332 words, teen and up)

After traveling west in hopes of lifting a demonic curse places on him by a dying boar god, Tanjiro encounters Inosuke, the prince of a boar clan locked in a deadly battle with an iron-making settlement on the outskirts of Cedar Forest. An Inotan Princess Mononoke AU.

triggers: none tags: Fluff, Alternate Universe - Princess Mononoke, First Meetings, Inspired by Fanart excerpt:

Inosuke’s sharp eyes wander over the human’s prone form, take in the bright green of the cloak he’s wearing, the fresh wound received no doubt on their escape from Irontown. It goes straight through him, blood staining his front as well as his back. “Those Irontown bastards really shot him,” Inosuke muses, snorts a puff of air as he nudges the human with his foot. “He’s dying.” He’s lost so much blood already, Inosuke can see it slicked across the elk’s hide when the animal pads a few steps closer, watches them with the whites of his eyes. He runs his fingers through the coarse hair on Kei’s forehead, dark brows knitting together when the human lets out a soft breath of air, a quiet moan of protest. “Hey… You’re still conscious?” Inosuke catches the flutter of dark eyelashes and he lunges forward, gets a handful of red hair between his fingers and yanks his head back, rolls him over so the delicate skin of his throat is exposed.

[adoreyouextended-blog]

Adore You - Extended - Official Video - Youtube – HARRY STYLES

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yezDEWako8U

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1.  Black     1-6 -> https://www.dropbox.com/sh/erkign8yibvhhmn/AAAgN00Y6iPRqmY3MWI4vay3a?dl=0

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2.  Globe     7-237 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/ptyn80fkii3n4zl/AACDqsIGo-dbqqazyuXT3BiPa?dl=0

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3.  Cliffs    238-349 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/96j2ga29l8xqufk/AAANNEXQl6DLNcladsPL7ORIa?dl=0

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4.  Pub     350-447 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/5tiektiwzgwdt4g/AAATKgAxDbh5et2W-vrCCss1a?dl=0

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5.  Priest     448-537 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/zpee55n7oi4iedt/AAD0lhe5sVTTsAdax_XQeN5fa?dl=0

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6.  Gold Earring     538-691 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/v4nbhu66rsogn9y/AAC4XPvftbn9oVS2x_eYoMyoa?dl=0

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7.  Whistling wind     692-823 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/dk1629c8lqj0dsv/AAD7lmDTmqNgzsg01pXbusrta?dl=0

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8.  Odd Days    824-972 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/mymijn35w24v9in/AADSBkboxNHI6wtxP_S7yT-Ma?dl=0

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9.  Resting fish face     973-1117 -> https://www.dropbox.com/sh/0zbt2ryi26d5xy0/AAAYCqYrLWtUtQzg8tyYFciia?dl=0

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10.  One day . . . peculiar     1118-1331 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/rdn23p34o0qbwuh/AACnE0Tij5sCD4B-VzGeZgt9a?dl=0

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11.  The boy was peculiar     1332-1388 ->   https://www.dropbox.com/sh/l19mwwhce07g3xm/AAAHKkpqOCmy5rOygeUyrnlFa?dl=0

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12.  No one meant to be mean      1389-1606 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/09xswt58pzif9sn/AABtM5CM9nQVzWg68DhylVa9a?dl=0

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13.  They did their best to ignore it     1607-1755 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/tzo628je1a5w1ag/AAA24e5kkVwWXjgPugxYlT6Ga?dl=0

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14.  Screams into jar     1756-1952 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/wk7kps0twvtol3h/AADvRy7jXE65P8MYj8mE-uwwa?dl=0

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15.  Diving helmet in bedroom     1953-2075 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/urdrd7plrmmwukk/AABXQR-DVZRgjtG7Afoz8q3za?dl=0

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16.  Diving helmet outside     2076-2172 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/viyk9vk7fmyi1jx/AAB5KRP2_-xpoFmI5Vl722Bga?dl=0

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17.  Beach – rocks     2173-2271 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/t6bu187pj9zidg4/AADgVinIaT7ZOByTa27cYg0Wa?dl=0

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18.  Harry approaches water     2272-2362 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/k55nvagxrtd0trr/AADquDOgfua3Vjn26qYYtTG9a?dl=0

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19.  Rocks in pocket     2363-2420 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/lg8u43hahczmi8w/AABLQ-2w2Nb1VXT2YiIl1khZa?dl=0

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20.  Harry walks into water     2421-2508 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/yye3055g6t6nt0o/AABUYIHLVqJEoiSYCeVLH1YKa?dl=0

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21.  Fish     2509-2569 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/8ltz466eyj9uz1w/AACa1glZirdLWRl1Sbcowv77a?dl=0

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22.  Harry looks at fish     2570-2642 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/epybeuq1awzlckz/AAC4S0bU1ZUGPgUilDJkCkKPa?dl=0

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23.  Harry throws fish back in      2643-2805 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/g60or9ypa873e03/AADkzQpOFxedCi34Urp63nBfa?dl=0

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24.  Harry closeup     2806-2905 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/aso2j3cfpc94td6/AAABaqqX4pdGj7L8bY0tW394a?dl=0

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25.  Fish jumps out of water     2906-2945 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/7a00in761ewy5ny/AAD6Wpe7piHJbH-9UCAHOv39a?dl=0

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26.  Harry looks at fish     2946-3006 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/iwlhg5yl7v7p4mt/AAAzvy9ITjdoZI2Yco_x7bGia?dl=0

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27.  Fish flops out of water     3007-3090 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/c3ym0ef9grg3bkf/AABH2_QEZPdB-QaOrkg-PVZPa?dl=0

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28.  Jellyfish     3091-3211 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/tzhpshq66t6yvi1/AACWLeba4w92DfIsHDKLSHIua?dl=0

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29.  Other fish     3212-3394 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/7dhxrp5z40qxrom/AABxYokUUjbBusJsFXWsU6Rwa?dl=0

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30.  Hermit crabs – shell     3395-3535 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/uh5ljr5kzyrvext/AACr2T5xDN4O1jsGdrNh_klwa?dl=0

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31.  Fish out of water     3536-3637 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/dstet7d30dygz2l/AABFeXnM9zTP-pzmq4hEP4s_a?dl=0

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32.  Harry picks up fish – Adore You     3638-3888 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/5eququyd1cnz3zm/AABwEqcMT0uR2cntNE2djv3Ta?dl=0

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33.  Harry – fish in plastic bag     3889-4009 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/6u2qr0xgh7drxbc/AACzIC2cHZ2UeGG_qglfxRfFa?dl=0

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34.  Fish falls     4010-4120 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/enb59lgy0u9r52w/AADGC6NjJkzFXn5leEKQ3Wwba?dl=0

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35.  Harry picks up fish     4121-4173 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/m6j6rikuyhejz19/AABWShl1tQVndXOPAnNE6Huta?dl=0

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36.  Fish in Harry’s hands     4174-4225 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/uxsnmj9qx33ixsa/AADxj8vRSjcTRgs_3xplPOr4a?dl=0

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37.  Harry runs     4226-4325 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/z6d9hhh27mvezq3/AACDhbYQQFy--o18_qKTBFioa?dl=0

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38.  Salon     4326-4604 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/j91hfylls8llqm2/AADywJvX-fvmvCXor5aWKwAKa?dl=0

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39.  Fish food     4605-5006 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/471x5bj1uyc4jvn/AACEnGhbMqUNy43cBfGaWzrDa?dl=0

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40.  Bedroom     5007-5098 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/597pwntxwbquibm/AADLw7bN-zNfdsWcsVvY7DtOa?dl=0

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41.  Fish too big     5099-5195 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/2xje1j58ayjyxxe/AADWdgO84BBkIjlomGSaN3xja?dl=0

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42.  Backpack     5196-5283 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/3kvjtdsef9cm9c5/AAB0b5LJetu7vwK_4aiivRt3a?dl=0

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43.  Hiking     5284-5368 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/xsoi46a8fv95m20/AAChjnzPHyAb6GdmOM9vWTEya?dl=0

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44.  Coffee pot     5369-5425 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/nw1rhtplnyefcmu/AABFYH5wFtnnkdQq3sITB-5da?dl=0

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45.  Hiking – bench     5426-5516 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/r3qpzonyt6oragf/AAAOBLdYHRYWXj27TkmRPMCxa?dl=0

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46.  Tacos     5517-5596 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/j2rq1sezqdbtv55/AAAy7Oti_-NS9lY-q6-k3Sxba?dl=0

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47.  Fish in backpack     5597-5645 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/aqx8n75tgipdhww/AABL2IhvU3tIsIL37ETn_Qoia?dl=0

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48.  Harry – taco     5646-5712 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/g4xausztn8kvkf2/AADFaonE2cCfh6zwXrnHGUsha?dl=0

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49.  Binoculars     5713-5982 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/hmg1u7jp4762dla/AABsNwMOYi352LXmDpqxEc_aa?dl=0

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50.  Record player – dancing     5983-6364 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/1dpg5mymvpj0yce/AAB5B7of-9FaaMgBXxMTejWJa?dl=0

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51.  Knitting rainbow fish     6365-6438 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/29uef5yy8ggimri/AACa1zGZDYCxCYjMoDKvVRQ6a?dl=0

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52.  Bedtime     6439-6582 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/tim4al9oqvyv0am/AADJvzp4w4Qp2ZNI6AYGUhhVa?dl=0

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53.  Breaking News     6583-6692 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/kyk22dkufny01vw/AABTNSZdDUUEuCAfmXNFWgQAa?dl=0

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54.  Harry asleep – awake     6693-6873 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/de4ibgah8it2wyf/AAAiJ83dB3ii9a6HOExmz0pGa?dl=0

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55.  Harry – fish – bike     6874-7053 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/mt3ubib5q4al95t/AACEBu8WN6_D9gquc0zOSH6za?dl=0

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56.  88 (28??) Seagull Lane      7054-7225 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/mnvl8gtxwdj0fui/AACB6fRafJWTc387yetj-Qs8a?dl=0

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57.  Salon     7226-7283 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/7s02eui19skpxo6/AACouPskifjBMMUbQ-dXfxTca?dl=0

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58.  Jewel-coat migration     7284-7348 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/3t5joriopvevkzl/AABLu_ZQB9OOQ2bWgRB7yR6ea?dl=0

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59.  Harry – fish – café     7349-7626 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/kp3lr9ayr2a7pqj/AAC6OyX_xidZtsoYfcCPJ-t2a?dl=0

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60.  Harry – fish – fish market     7627-8042 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/vzl4znz4zm3r975/AAAkSpNvR5vaLcgKiPV3zMd4a?dl=0

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61.  Villagers help with fish     8043-8380 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/5s32nci3v4v3814/AAD9PL1rVQcC6xoAKhCOdyOxa?dl=0

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62.  Pier     8381-8556 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/6ryrwcdo22qqew5/AAAxBCz_90yLAusxF-JgQe3da?dl=0

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63.  Harry – fish release     8557-8801 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/hwhy8y8kbmm4xkh/AAClspM-UdJuEKTsFMnOWZJ6a?dl=0

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64.  Fish swimming away     8802-8872 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/dok2z17x252l7ca/AAB4x6fKxwgkws7H4k-1q9OSa?dl=0

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65.  Harry and villagers    8873-8984 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/3x6y6laf27558nz/AADuCKmM2sM6S9uEBpr6RrMra?dl=0

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66.  Sky     8985-9025 -> https://www.dropbox.com/sh/aft8yjkl6849xt3/AABy0cPIjCZigqWxQR4DXyI0a?dl=0

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67.  Everyone smiles     9026-9253 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/23jy3turobc44sz/AAAQaoNChdfGsrQQxwrtrmrda?dl=0

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68.  Painting     9254-9350 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/3dbqivg2x771jjp/AAC7lhavG7CUw9r5bI_pmfl4a?dl=0

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69.  Desserts – bakery     9351-9466 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/51i33chkn2wq4do/AAAIVxsGjlf7BlQ5Ja2hScbOa?dl=0

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70.  Hair     9467-9592 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/m6kuwaoza3c7j2b/AAD2WxpqmQE0_APrpZUDiOuia?dl=0

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71.  Wedding     9593-9716 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/txc96suakxlmlgb/AACQ0esKHaLY8YsVB2Qs9xSca?dl=0

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72.  Cliff – bench      9717-9850 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/psaa1f6pauzcw87/AADQvT4JwuKBIdmj1k0f76H5a?dl=0

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73.  Pub     9851-10016 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/mtzt59l1vtqxvxb/AADvKSbGrUHvAMlrhGKbMjA_a?dl=0

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74.  Record player     10017-10082 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/z8t31alood5oj64/AABPLzA1fKhbbztyzWgGx-gla?dl=0

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75.  Boat – scream jars     10083-10493 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/8cynbcnl4c572z8/AAC7--Q5U66hkIdqPEv0fzBya?dl=0

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76.  Sailing      10494-10684 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/um6g94g7rtb7k5l/AAAMsT4N7pcDGaO3jEP8vbl3a?dl=0

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77.  Three bald guys     10685-10772 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/5gyw7l4si47ihrl/AACB_5xMQAtdplW7WV5oms8da?dl=0

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78.  Sailing – closing credits to black     10773-11130 ->  https://www.dropbox.com/sh/sienhmvp681glit/AAARZnjk7eFY9MtF9EykRh1Da?dl=0

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[1332knitweardesignhouse]

The knit!! Good luck with yours!!!

That's cute! Love the bugs! I tried to fair isle. I can do it, but it looks terrible.

I am 5 pieces into the Cary, with only the sleeves and finishing left. It's gonna be pretty, tho. Nice and toasty, too.

[jynandcassianandor]

One Night - Chapter 2

One Night - A Rebelcaptain au

read it on ao3

On a trip to meet with his old friend, Kay, Cassian meets a stranger in a bar. He’s inexplicably drawn to her, and they spend a steamy night together. But the night ends in a way neither of them expect.

Rated: Teen

Words: 1332

*Thanks to @alejandra925 for letting me bounce ideas off of her, and to @purpl3pickl3babbl3s for helping with translation <3

Cassian sighed deeply. Kay had cancelled on him, citing an emergency surgery he had been called in to do. He was already at the bar though, standing outside shivering in the cool evening air.

Screw it, he thought. He was already out, it wouldn’t hurt to have one drink. Besides, for some reason he didn’t feel like being alone, the long flight from Mexico City should have exhausted him, but instead he felt energized.

He pushed open the door of the bar, and the warm air assaulted his senses. The smell of alcohol and the low murmur of conversation hung in the air, and he made his way to the bar. He looked around at the patrons, who all seemed to be paired up or in groups, fairly busy for a Thursday night. There was one person who was obviously alone though, hunched at the bar, gripping her purse in her hands. Cassian could only see the side of her face, but he could tell she wasn’t exactly enjoying herself. Her eyes were on her purse, as she was obviously rooting around for something, but her lips were turned down at the corners, moving ever so slightly as if she were muttering something to herself. Her brows were knitted together, and she kept pushing aside an irritating lock of hair that kept falling into her eyes.

In spite of himself, Cassian was charmed.

“You’re a masochist, Cassian.” Kay had shaken his head at him once, when they were still in undergrad.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Why are you attracted to women who look like they want to beat you up?”

Cassian had only smiled at his friend, who rolled his eyes and went back to his textbook.

He didn’t normally pick up women in bars, it all seemed so cliche to him, but something about her drew him in. He couldn’t resist anymore. He felt the need to say something, but he didn’t want to scare her away, and besides, what do you say that doesn’t make you sound creepy? He tried to think about what his colleague Han would say, a man notorious for his stories of conquest, although everyone knew he was wrapped around his girlfriend Leia’s finger.

He insinuated himself into the space between her stool and the one beside it, and hoped she would register his presence and say something to him to save him from embarrassing himself. No such luck. She was really intent on what was in her purse. It was now or never though, it looked like she was going to leave.

Cassian mustered up his courage, and addressed her. “I hope you’re not leaving, I only just got here.” He tried to sound confident, but he couldn’t help the way his voice wavered slightly. Her eyes suddenly met his, green and piercing, and he almost lost his nerve. He could only smile weakly, but he couldn’t stop the nerves that made his foot tap on the floor.

She was wary of him, he could tell, her face shuttered and her speech clipped. But something, something in her eyes and the tilt of her body towards his that gave him hope, and courage. She didn’t speak much to him at first, mostly one word answers to his questions, but she wasn’t leaving either. She wasn’t one for small talk, ignoring his statements about the weather and avoiding answering personal questions. He didn’t mind, content to speak with her on whatever came to her mind.

At one point in the evening, after a few drinks (though she had already stopped, having moved on to sparkling water) he had asked her to dance, blurting it out in one uninterrupted sentence before he could lose his nerve. She’d only smirked, didn’t answer with words, but looked up at him through her lashes as she sipped the last of her drink. He’d led her out onto the dancefloor then, and even though it wasn’t exactly a slow song (although there were couples draped over each other on the dancefloor, in varying stages of sobriety) he still wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her close. She didn’t resist, her breath hitching when their bodies touched. He recognized the song, a popular one in Latin America, translated it for her with words whispered in her ear. Goosebumps had formed along the side of her neck, and he couldn’t resist, brushing his lips ever so slightly against the raised skin. She’d let out the breath she had been holding, turned her face to his, and before he could register what was happening she was kissing him, her lips moving hot and desperate against his.

He wanted her, more than he could ever remember wanting anyone, and he couldn’t figure it out, she was a puzzle to him but one he wanted so desperately to solve. He tried to hold back, but she was relentless, lips on his, hands moving on his chest. There was much he wanted to do, but he was achingly aware they were in public, so he settled for hands on her waist, fingers squeezing involuntarily. She must’ve taken his cue, because she suggested moving to her car.

Cassian couldn’t remember anyone ever making him feel the way Jyn did, he rode the high she was giving him with no regret, and if she told him that was it, that she didn’t want to go any further he would still be a happy man. He was so far gone, the incident with the police officer wasn’t enough to derail him, and happily it didn’t discourage her either. She was driving them back to her apartment, and it was more than he could have ever hoped for.

He wanted to pleasure her, she deserved so much, which was a strange thought to him because he barely knew her. But there was something about her, an intensity in her eyes, a need, that drew him in. He couldn’t stop if he tried. And so he pleasured her as much as he could, lost himself in her touch, rode her high and soothed her low. He snuggled with her in her bed, held her in his arms as her labored breathing turned into a steady, soft snore.

He was following her into unconsciousness when an incessant buzzing filled the room, and it took him a moment to register what it was. He sprang from the bed, still taking care not to wake her, but his heart was in his throat. He picked up his phone, read the text from his uncle with shaking hands.

Es tu abuela. Vuelve ahora.

He fumbled for his clothes, dressed blindly, fingers numb. If he didn’t get home in time, if he didn’t see her in time, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. The face of the woman who raised him after his parents died, who sacrificed so much to put him through medical school, flashed in his mind, and he was out the door, sparing a quick but pained glance at Jyn sleeping peacefully in the bed.

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“How are you doing, my friend?” Kay inquired over the phone, “I apologize I couldn’t make it for abuelita’s funeral.”

“That’s fine, Kay, she understood.” It was the ninth day of the novena, and Cassian felt drained, the loss of his beloved grandmother leaving a gaping hole in his heart. He’d made it back just in time, she was still talking, asking him about his trip to the States, who he had met, what he had done. He didn’t want to tire her out, didn’t want her to speak, but she insisted. He had broken down, described this woman he had met, and she had smiled so brightly at him that Cassian thought for a moment maybe she would be okay. She had whispered “find her” before she slipped into unconsciousness.

“Kay, I need your help.”

“Of course, Cassian. What do you need?”

“I’m flying back there in a couple days. I need to find someone.”

[potatopotatopotatoe-blog]

Untitled #1332 by chemicalfallout249 featuring Cassia ❤ liked on Polyvore

Faux fur jacket, $230 / CO high rise shorts / Topshop fishnet tight, $8.70 / Flat shoes / Nickel free earrings / Knit hat / Yellow sunglasses / Lipstick / Cassia body cleanser, $9.37 / Body cleanser / High Voltage Classic Cream Formula Hair Color / Manic Panic High Voltage Classic Cream Formula Colour Hair Dye..., $13 / Lays Flavor Finalists Chicken Waffles, Sriracha and Cheesy Garlic... / Vintage 1970s Polaroid OneStep land camera, $41 / Plain Black Background Skateboard Decks, $68 / Magic 8 Ball Mini Game / ハートレザースタッズチョーカー, $17 / Pizza Patch Emoji patches Velcro patch from Hatjoy / SMILE LIGHTER.

[tugglekiara]

1332. by asoul4 featuring choker jewelry ❤ liked on Polyvore

Knit crop top / High-waisted jean shorts / Billabong lace up shoes / Carbon Hyde choker jewelry, $1,495 / Christian Dior clear sunglasses

[scotianostra]

On April 1st 1295 Robert Bruce, "The Great Competitor" and grandfather of King Robert the Bruce, died.

Strap yourself in for a journey into the lineage of the Bruce Family, from Norman Invaders of England to the Scottish crown.

  Many people make the mistake of thinking that it was THE Robert the Bruce that that was up against John Balliol in the "great cause" when Edward I of England chose the successor to Margaret, Maid of Norway/Alexander III, it was his Grandfather the subject of this post. There is a lot of confusion when talking about the family the explanation will become apparent.

The family of Bruce originated from the town of Brus, modern Brix between Cherbourg and Valognes in Normandy and was founded by one particular Norman knight by the name of Robert who came across to England in the wake of the conquest of 1066 and was granted some manors in Yorkshire by William I. It has to be said that the Bruce family displayed a distinct lack of imagination in the naming of their sons. Having settled on the name Robert they stuck with it through thick and thin down the generations. Hence there are a succession of eight Robert Bruce's over a period of three centuries and to make matters worse there are four generations of Roberts who each chose a wife named Isabel/Isabella.

You might think that this would be a source of confusion and you would be correct. More than one source gets hopelessly mixed up between Robert Bruce and another and it sometimes seems to be the case that no one is quite clear which Robert Bruce did what.

The second Robert of Bruce was notable for his friendship with David son of Malcolm III, king of Scots, who spent the early part of his life living in England as the Earl of Huntingdon, after his marriage with Matilda, daughter of Waltheof Siwardson and heiress to the estate of Huntingdon.

When David finally became David I, king of Scots, Robert was one of a number of Norman knights invited north to help David knit together the rather disparate group of territories that fell under his rule. Robert was granted the Lordship of Annandale, which was then within the territory of Strathclyde in what later became Dumfriesshire in the south western corner of Scotland. Having said that nothing was ever black and white in those days and when King David fought the English at the Battle of the Standard in the year 1138 this Robert was on the English side. It was nothing personal but at this point The Bruce family owned land in what is now Yorkshire. To complicate things further by now there was a third Rober and you guessed it, the younger man was fighting on the Scottish side, this is what is known as hedging your bets! This third Robert subsequently lost control of the family land in Yorkshire, after an English victory.

The fourth Robert's great contribution was to marry Isabel of Scotland the daughter of William the Lion, king of Scots. This was an indication of how important the Bruce family had became within the young kingdom of Scotland, but the marriage achieved an even greater significance in later years, as it was this connection with the Canmore dynasty that was to form the main basis of the claims by this Robert's great-great-grandson to the throne of Scotland.

The fifth Robert married another Isabel, Isabel of Huntington who was the daughter of David, Earl of Huntington and Matilda of Chester. This David was the son of Henry of Huntington, son of David I of Scotland and Isabel was therefore niece of the aforementioned William the Lion; so yet another connection was made with the House of Canmore.

On to number six, this is the Robert who died on this day in 1295. The sixth Robert continued the family tradition and married yet another Isabel, this time Isabel de Clare daughter of Gilbert de Clare and Lady Isabel Marshall which established a connection with the powerful Anglo-Norman de Clare and Marshall families.

This Robert was the first of his line to promote his claim as a candidate for the Scottish throne which became vacant following the death of Queen Margaret in 1290. He wasn't successful on this occasion but it brought the Bruce family  right to the forefront of Scottish politics.

The seventh Robert married Marjorie of Carrick (the Countess of Carrick), and by right of his wife thereby obtained the title of Earl of Carrick. The seventh is the one played by Ian Bannen in Braveheart, portrayed as a leper. 

Like his great-great-grandfather, he too fought on the English side against the Scots, this time at the battle of Dunbar in 1296. Although such is the confusion between the various Bruces, others suggest that it was not him but his son Robert THE Bruce who did so, which would be doubly ironic.

And the most important one the most well-known is number eight Robert the Bruce who was the great champion of Scottish independence, he was crowned king of Scotland in 1306, defeated Edward II of England at the battle of Bannockburn in 1314, issued the Declaration of Arbroath in 1320, he died in 1329.

And there it ended, Robert broke the long line of Bruces named Robert and named his oldest son David, who became David II of Scotland.

There was another Robert Bruce though, but he was illegitimate to an unknown mother, Sir Robert Bruce, Lord of Liddesdale. He was killed leading a charge at the Battle of Dupplin Moor on 11 August 1332. during the second wars of Independence.

The pic shows the lineage of the Bruce's, as a family and to the Crown.

[1332knitweardesignhouse]

Working on finishing her this weekend!! I have about 3 inches left, then the finish work. I'll post another image when she's all done!

[1332knitweardesignhouse]

29Feb2024

Heya!! How are y'all today?? Hope your day/afternoon/nite has been absolutely amazing and continues to be so. And if it hasn't been the best, here's a hug ((HUG)) and I hope it gets better.

Today, I had hoped to get the Cary sleeves well underway, however, I got called to pick up my eldest son. Also didnt get anything recorded for posting on YT. Glad there are still a few hours to my day. Lol. I might be able to get past the cuff ribbing!

However, I need to check on my son. After that, I will put my feet up, put on a documentary, and knit my little heart out.

Have a FANTASTIC day!!

Much Love!

Huge Hugs!

Happy Knitting!

Ana

[1332knitweardesignhouse]

6May2024

Hey, Y'all! Sorry about Thursday, the day slipped away. Hope you have been well. I'm in a much better headspace today. Hope you are having an absolutely fantabulos day/afternoon/nite and it just gets better! Although, if your day has been an utter shitfest, know that it gets better and I am sending you a hug...(((HUG)))

Today is, hopefully, the last Cary day. While I am excited to move on, I am even more excited to finish her and show y'all the finished product. It's almost there and I can't wait. I am so proud of her. Y'all can't see my happy dance, but it's there. LOL.

In other news, because the kids claimed my chair this weekend, I was relegated to the desk. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind, I can knit while I play games here; but my ankle is swollen, not as big as a softball, more like a baseball, but still swollen. So, Imma go start a load of dishes and laundry, fill my coffee mug, put on a documentary, and get my foot up while I knit to my little hearts content. And hopefully, finish the Cary today.

Have an absolutely OUTSTANDING day!

Much Love!

Huge Hugs!

Happy Knitting!

Ana