#macrame wreath

[macrameheyhoe]

[macrameschool]

Christmas Wreath or Mirror Frame ?

[misforgotten2]

Damn, now I don’t have enough rope to hang myself.

Macramé Holiday!   AM211

[wayfarerxiii]

TOO MANY ART AND CRAFTS PROJECTS NOT ENOUGH SPARE TIME

[pyrrhiccomedy]

I am genuinely so proud of my wife for becoming a crafts person over the last few years.

Like, I was always a crafts person. I was an arts and crafts kid. My parents sent me to classes or summer camps or after-school clubs pretty much continuously from when I was about 5 years old, and over the years I did metalsmithing, stained glass, polymer clay sculpting, loom weaving, oil painting, charcoal drawing, clothes-making & tailoring, carpentry, woodcarving, macrame, miniatures, beading, jewelry-making, basket weaving, leatherworking, paper-making, bookbinding, papier mache, decoupage, sand sculpting, and probably more that I'm forgetting. There was never a day in my life while I was growing up when my entire bedroom floor wasn't taken up by 2-5 different ongoing art projects. As an adult, it's given me the firm confidence that I can walk up to pretty much any crafting skill, and get the hang of it, and enjoy doing it.

My wife never had that. She wrote, but that was really her only artistic outlet. Art & craftsmanship were just not any of her business. She always expressed admiration for my gumption when it came to making things with my hands, usually with a "bigger idiots than me have done it" attitude, but she was certain she'd be bad at it if she tried it, and that she wouldn't have fun. As evidence, she would offer every time in her life when she had attempted to learn a craft, and didn't have fun, and all the Arts And Crafts kids picked it up a lot faster than her.

Which like - yeah! Learning how to do a new craft is a skill all on its own! Fine motor control is a skill developed over time! So is spatial reasoning, and materials intuition! She wasn't just 'trying to learn wreath-making,' or whatever, she was trying to learn how to learn how to make something with her hands AND wreath-making, at the same time, so of course it would take her longer than the kids who already had the first part, and of course it would be more frustrating for her. I knew she wasn't uniquely bad at crafts: she just didn't know how to approach picking them up, because she was never encouraged to learn.

And then the pandemic hit.

And while we were all trapped inside and going insane in new and exciting ways to all of us, she tentatively decided to pick up embroidery. She probably wouldn't stick with it, she explained: she'd probably be bad at it. It probably wouldn't be fun. But she thought embroidery was pretty, and literally what else did she have going on?

And then she did stick with it. For over a year. And she got pretty good at it! She embellished a baseball hat for her sister with cactuses and wildflowers from where they grew up which came out adorable. She made an embroidered portrait of one of our friends' cat that they still have displayed in their entryway. And she discovered - and remarked on it often, with mild surprise - that she was having fun. She'd say a lot of stuff like "this stitch was so frustrating at first, but now that I get it I really like doing it," or "I kept getting this tangled but I've figured it out now. I just needed to relax."

Then she took up pottery. We did that as a couple for about a year, too. Now she's a knitter.

And it's just been so great, to see her eyes light up when she sees a sweater she likes, and hear her say, "I could make that!" She's slowly let go of the perfectionism that I think holds a lot of people back from doing crafts: that dismay when you make a mistake which leads to discarding a whole project, or starting something over. More and more she's taking on the veteran crafter attitude of "oops lol, whatever I'll just keep going." She's picking things up faster. She's taking pleasure in learning incremental steps. She's started to see crafting as something that relaxes and engages her, instead of as something inherently frustrating. I've gotten to watch her learn to find joy in making something with her hands. I always knew she was creative and artistic and capable of learning how to do anything. It's been so much fun to watch her start to take that on as part of how she sees herself.

We have this running joke about how she will prematurely declare herself to be in an era. Like, she'll go swimming twice and announce that she's now in her "swimming era," and then never go swimming again. Or she'll make one smoothie, buy a bunch of fruit, and declare that we are now in a "smoothie era," and then a week later we have to throw out a bunch of fruit that's gone bad.

The other day (while she was knitting, and I was sitting on the couch next to her doing crochet), she went, "I feel like I've gotten - like, I'm a bit crafty these days, I think. Like, I've done a couple of different crafts, and gotten pretty good at them. I think this is now, kind of, you know...something that I can say that I do."

I supplied that I would even go so far as to say that she was in her "crafting era."

Her eyes widened. "It's an era?"

I pointed out that it was something she'd been doing pretty much continuously for the last three and a half years. That feels like the start of an era to me.

"Yes," she decided. "It's an era. This is my crafts era. I'm a crafts person now."

She's planning to make me a sweater with a duck on it for fall.

[l-tothe-og]

imagine one day alicent asks aemond when he’s going back to work (he left to pursue smth he enjoys, just hasn’t told her) and he just blurts ihr ‘when the baby is old enough for school’ the problem is here and Luke don’t have a baby, they haven’t started any process but it was the first thing that came to mind and it quickly changes the topic.

Lucerys is bewildered when he comes home because ‘we need to get a baby in nine months. I can’t disappoint my mother’ is the first things that come out of aemond’s mouth. what happened to hi? hello? How are you?

in the end they find a solution: aka Rhaena is their surrogate and it’s a family bonding experince (Lucerys making sure aemond doesn’t annoy rhaena too much, rhaena from choking aemond out, and vetoing both their terrible name ideas)

god i want to write this as a full fic so bad. i just love the ideas i have for it.

like... aemond coming home and freaking luke the fuck out because he burst in and demanded luke get them a baby for aemond to stay home with. because coming out to his family about his little passion project that is not macrame and not being a twitter daddy dom, is harder than raising an actual child.

rhaena, who'd been having one of her monthly dinners with luke, did not know what to say when aemond came storming in, demanding a baby. and she really didn't know what to do when instead of calling him a crazy person, luke started brainstorming.

the fact that both of them went "how much do babies go for and can we buy one legally?" first, scares her. eventually, after several illegal ideas, and a few plain old bad ones, she's just like... 'dudes I'll have one for you but you need to Be More Chill."

aemond and luke jizz into cups and after some back and forth on it, ultimately ask rhaena if it's alright to use her eggs. (something something velaryon blood) bingo, bongo, preggo.

aemond is a very unchill annoying baby daddy. rhaena almost punches him the first time he tells her what order she should be taking her vitamins in. luke reins him in sometimes, other times he adds to it, and makes rhaena want to knock their heads together.

something about a new baby brings the family together. red, black, green, and velaryon blue onesies; aemond and luke's baby has house pride before it has lungs.

luke's brothers build the nursery, while aegon, helaena, and daeron work on babyproofing the house.

the betting around the baby's gender is a family wide event. aegon takes a 100 to 1 parlay that it's a boy, luke and aemond name him aegon, and that they regret it and change his name within a year.

his bet is broken right away when, at their large party thrown by baela, rhaena, and daemon, they reveal they're having a girl.

towards the end of rhaena's pregnancy, unease sets it. aemond starts to wonder if becoming parents over a lie to his mother is setting them up for failure. luke wonders the same, but when aemond voices that concern, he kisses their fear away and denies it vehemently.

all the doubt falls away the day their baby girl is born. luke sends aemond out to the waiting room of the hospital to let their family, a dozen deep, know of the healthy arrival. he stays in the room, holding their precious girl, trying and failing not to cry.

rhaenyra stays with rhaena. she brushes back the sweaty hairs on her forehead and tells her of how brave she is, how proud her mother would be.

luke thanks rhaena graciously for the gift she's given to him and the love of his life. aemond does the same.

baby girl is amazing. she is well loved and almost never left alone in her nursery. when her daddies aren't with her, it's someone else from their never ending supply of mothers, cousins, aunts, uncles, sisters, and brothers (as the family wreath goes, there are some repeats in there).

as she gets older, alicent asks again. will aemond go back to work when she's in school. he smiles.

"we're thinking of having another."

[windvexer]

do you have any ideas for magical workings that double as physical “decorations” in the room that arent jars and overly aestheticalized things? jars are cool and all but i really love the idea of having a magical working “hanging” around me as a constant reminder.

i imagine theres a lot you can do with some type of hanging mobiles or fabric work (i think i remember hearing about knot magic now that i think about it)

Magic can be tied in to almost anything, excepting of course items that have properties which nullify magic (am I the only one aghast that people are adding mounds of salt into prosperity jars, or am I just old-fashioned?).

You can layer magic into a painting, tapestry, clay figurine, holiday wreath, flower arrangement, origami display, abstract driftwood arrangement, strings of lights, practically anything.

Occult symbols or themes don't need to be hidden in decorations.

The trick, of course, is to accept that while magic may be layered into just about anything, your skills and path as a sorcerer may not allow you to put magic into everything, and you will probably be better or worse at working with certain mediums.

All that being said, since knots and fiber arts are a very traditional medium for working with magic, starting with something like macrame (which is very popular these days for making decorative wall hangings) might be a good first choice.

Here's a post I made about working with magic in macrame, although for making crystal nets, not wall hangings: Crystal Knot Magic

[penguin-pebble]

Journal 20/24/09/29

I guess I should probably write down what happened. I honestly don’t remember much. Just stepping off the London underground on my way to Uni, then stepping into a lab. Most of my first few days here were spent in a plain beige observation room, waiting for tests to come back. Was I dangerous? Not imminently. Was I contagious? Not dangerously so. Was I truly from another world? Or simply pulled from somewhere else in this one? Their questions about history and current events, and my blank stares, confirmed it. Eventually, they deemed I was harmless and released me from my beige prison. 

After realizing I had nowhere to go, one of the scientists, Mood, who had originally questioned me, offered me the guest room at her house. I was surprised, even more so when I remembered Mood and her husband had a four-year-old kid at home. But Mood and her coworkers seemed even more aghast at the idea of spending possible months in a hotel so I accepted, at least for a few days. Looking back, it seems like this world is just a little more trusting.

Leaving that stark whiteness of the Lab, or at least the sterile portion of it revealed more differences in our worlds. They could be described as cubicles, but it was nothing like the sea of corporate I was used to. Each sectioned-off workspace (apparently they call them nests) had a few monitors and perhaps some gadgets that had scientific importance unknown to me. The rest was covered in trinkets. Mugs, potted plants, tchotchkes, novelty snowglobes, tiny figurines, and more. The cubical walls, which looked more like the sides of a woven basket scaled up to room size, had even more decoration. Keychains, ribbons, macrame, and bits of elaborate jewelry hung from the woven fibers, and pictures or larger hangings were pinned to larger vertical supports every few feet. It looked like a few people had sectioned off their desks further, with more woven dividers or lengths of tapestry strung from beams on the ceiling.

This theme continued outside into the dry late afternoon heat (yet another reminder I was somewhere entirely different). The parking lot was relatively familiar, but the cars were something else. Similar makes and forms, but the colors. Most manufacturers I know stick to greys, silvers, whites, and blacks. Maybe the occasional red. These shades of brights and pastels are only for classic cars or expensive bodywork. Not here. Each car had a unique combination of colors. It seemed purposefully contrasting paint was used on parts that had been replaced (Mood’s blue-silver van has an iridescent purple bumper and right mirror and evidence of a large dent in the back has been embellished with gold paint).  Not to mention the stickers. about a dozen “Honk if you science” bumper stickers on Mood’s car alone. Some cars had familiar stick-figure families on their rear windows (albeit each figure seemed similarly bedazzled in their own vinyl clothes and accessories). But every car was covered in a myriad of different bumper stickers featuring cheesy slogans, landmarks, and unfamiliar cartoons or mascots.

This maximalist theme only continued as we drove through town and into a small suburb. At first I thought it must be Christmas or some equivalent holiday. As we passed by rows of houses, each door had a wreath. Most had two or more, with many having additional wreaths on the lower half of the door. These weren’t your normal pine sprig and holly Christmas wreath or even the more niche wreaths for other holidays and seasons. They looked like rope, or sometimes a wire, or maybe willow base. Each one covered in more random trinkets. Necklaces and strings of beads were artfully draped across and pins, earrings, and keychains hung from the frames. A few even had small figurines or toys stuck within the tangle of chains and beads.

Harper and Mood’s house had modest wreathes by comparison. I could still see the wire structure underneath all the brica-brack. Later, I learned this was because they only moved here a few years ago, so they were closer to both Tyler’s school and Mood’s lab. Apparently moving is like a really big deal here. Harper said that most families live in the same house for generations, adding on when they need more room. Usually, one kid stays in the family home while the rest move out join other families or create their own. Haprped says that if I’m still here I’ll be able to tag along for some winter holiday hosted by Mood’s brother.

Even though the house is new construction, it seems like Mood and Harper have already added on. The guest room I was offered turned out to be a separate building entirely. A sort of mother-in-law unit connected to the main house by a small covered patio area. It’s actually making me a lot more comfortable staying here, I’ve got my own bathroom and shower (I am infinitely grateful that area of culture seems to be the same) and even a small kitchen. The bed is weird though. It’s about the size of a double back home, maybe a queen. But it’s sunk into its own alcove, like a fancy window bench pumped up to eleven. And there are so many pillows. I don’t think the bed even has a proper mattress, just a thin pad, like a giant chair cushion, then a sea of pillows. All different shapes, sizes, colors, and designs. Plush, firm, or just decorative. It took me ages to find a position I could fall asleep in, but it was the best sleep of my life.

Some of the walls here have that same woven texture as the cubical nests at Mood’s lab (apparently the beds are also “nests” along with the small writing desk nook next to it). Sometimes they use little folded dividers of the same material too. That and curtains. Every room is divided into countless nooks and cubbies. It’s still very strange, but I’m starting to see how it could be considered homely.

[galdrecraft]

Flower Charm - Crocus Glyph - Figured Kanzan Cherry

2x3 hardwood charm with brass ringlet and macrame hanger The humble Crocus is a sign of the coming of both spring and fall. While the autumn crocus (saffron) is the worlds most expensive spice, the spring crocus is one of the earliest pollen and nectar sources available for hardy bees and hummingbirds, when the nights are still cold but the days have hints of spring. Crocus' are a symbol of youth and joy, their pleasant fragrance was purported to inspire love and feelings of affection. Wreaths of crocus were once woven to adorn those looking for love and celebrating the youthful nature of spring. The wood from this charm is from a downed limb from one of our Kanzan Cherries out front. It was aged and dried in my shop before being cut into blanks for these charms. What better wood to use for a flower charm than a tree that blooms? Non-toxic, hypoallergenic, Mineral Oil Finish Hand Stamped with artists makers mark View in Shop

[prettywicked68]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Macrame Wreath.

[ladycrochet]

You need to have balls!

My crochet career starts with balls! Due to traveling the first projects had to be simple... Lived outdoors for a while in a humid place, and had bare no money to buy yarns... but this time I did not give up. Found some cheap yarn in a "china store", and started. Did crochet on a train, in cafes and outdoors. Had to keep them in plastic bags during the night, to keep out the humidity. Well - it worked.

When I arrived to where I live now i saw these balls came out beautiful for a Christmas wreath.

Welcome to my crochet log. Here I'll put pictures and make notes of my crochet journey. Also do other things like very simple tapestry, macrame, knitting... and eventually weaving.

[macrameheyhoe]

[fashionitforward]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: New Brass Wire Wreath Rings 7.8 in 9.8 in, 13.7 in Pack of 3 - DIY Craft.

[kountrykandle]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Pumpkin Wreath Hand Crafted Macrame.

[freekoalabanana]

DIY Macrame Wall Hanging Mandala Wreath

#diy Learn how to make this DIY macrame wall hanging mandala wreath with this free macrame pattern and full video tutorial! Great beginner project!

[kickeriki]

Classroom wreath for the new school year. Learned some macrame. Grateful to be able to craft again.