#stained glass crochet

[woollyrhinocrafts]

Stained Glass Crochet Square tote bags with wooden handles! AVAILABLE NOW!

Stained glass square pattern here!

[sweetlittlevampire]

It is currently being blocked, but -- I think I just evolved into a higher form.

I crocheted stained glass.

The pattern is NOT by me; you can find the tutorial here. However this is my prototype, and I am so blown away by how nicely it turned out on the first try.

[crochetraptor]

She's finally done!

[hookedatweiss]

Please allow me to introduce my Tiffany turtle. 🥰 🐢

Sooo, I recently had this reblog to grace my dash with an awesome crochet 'stained glass square' by Cookie Snob Crochet.

The square was still floating through my daydreams when the dock turtles (yellow belly slider terrapins) arrived for their afternoon snack.

I really couldn't NOT do the crochet, right? I mean, just crochet the stained glass circle part and then cap it for a shallow bowl shape.

My Tiffany's feets were fashioned after the 'baby sea turtle' by Whistle and Ivy. I think they worked perfectly for this project.

Tiff's belly was made flat and stitched with a wide hem on her front side to better display her signature 'yellow belly'. 🐢

Thank you! 😁

[theprojectpile]

~Stained glass blanket finished project~

I finally finished my stained glass blanket and I'm so happy! This isn't the best picture I have, but I was just so excited to share this with you all! I made mine 6 by 6 squares which is big enough for a double/queen size bed. I also sewed a panel of fabric to the back so I didn't have to hide all the ends. Definitely recommend this blanket if you feel like losing your sanity over the course of half a year!

[artgirldavis]

Cathedral rose window Afghan in rainbow colors to compliment my stained glass window Afghan in the same color scheme.

I started this Afghan right after Christmas and worked on it off and on for 3 months before completion.

[bitchfitch]

I am a jack of all trades and that's something I've put a lot of time into over the years because I find the processes behind various crafts to be absolutely fascinating and learning the craft is the joy. not doing it. which is why I burn through so many hobbies constantly. Once I know the process once Ive pushed myself to achieve relative competence at it, I get bored. There's always more to learn and new things to try within a craft, but it's a rapidly diminishing return the further I get into something mostly because like. there's way more overlap between crafts than people tend to think so once you have a grasp of x you apply it to y to achieve z. making z boring because x and y were already known.

it's too the point that I'm running out of hobbies. The lands left to conquer require heavy machinery or animals and I'm Bored. I need a new craft again but I can't Find one

[aeternamente]

My stained glass style shawl is progressing nicely!

Here's the little schematic drawing I did of the general shape/design I'm going for (no I'm not measuring or counting stitches it's mostly just vibes and eyeballing proportions)

[missannemakes]

The final sibling blanket is under construction! This one is for my other sister and I’m hoping to get it done for her birthday at the end of next month.

I’ve wanted to make this pattern with this yarn for AAAAAAGES, so really this is just an excuse to actually sit down and do the thing. (I love you, sis!) The pattern is Stained Glass Square. I’ve been using a video pattern that’s really helped. (Seriously, I tried for a long time to figure it out and the video is the only way I’ve understood how to do this square. It’s not actually that hard, just kinda confusing sometimes.)

I’ve got maybe three more rounds on the squares to do, and then I need to sew things up and figure out a border for this thing. I want to make it really pretty, because my sister is awesome.

[sentientmosshroom]

I’m officially done crocheting my stained glass sweater vest and I couldn’t be happier with how it turned out!

[woollyrhinocrafts]

Stained glass crochet totes

Stained glass square pattern here!

[curlytrek1701]

K so not to be dramatic or anything, but there's a free vintage French pattern book available on antiquepatternlibrary so if you like to crochet/weave/make pixel art/tie epic friendship bracelets don't walk- RUN.

It has scenes from aesop's fables! Cherubs doing things! Beheadings! Greek muses! Little farm people! Intricate floral pattern! Goth stained-glass window like patterns! Fun little corner pieces! Eeeeeeeeeeeeee

https://www.antiquepatternlibrary.org/html/warm/C-TT008-180.htm

[crochetraptor]

All the squares are done, time to assemble!!!

[sage-makes]

And so begins another blanket project

[apricot-antlers]

Shiny baby fish! ✨️🐠✨️

Thank youuu! You are lovely my dear 💚🌿💚🌿💚

[talesof-old]

breaking | j.p.

pairing(s): james potter x gn!reader

warning(s): angst, breakups, leaving long term relationships, implied unfaithfulness (james doesn’t actually cheat), other woman lily evans, reader deserves better, idk this isn’t proofread or edited, they could never make me hate you lily

word count: 1.2k

a/n: sorry this took me so long, i’ve been teaching myself to crochet and i’m also trying to leave my current job

masterlist

james potter + relationship breakup + no happy ending

It used to be easy, saying James Potter was the best boyfriend you’d ever had.

He’d gone out of his way to shower you in affection and prove himself a capable partner. He’d remembered every important date, what your favorite things were, and why you hated the things you hated. James had been perfect.

You leaned back in your chair. Pieces of parchment littered the desktop, ink staining the expensive wood. You’d given up on caring. A glance at the clock on the wall gave you the time.

22:15.

You huffed. Date night, James had said, like that would fix whatever this was.

This, really, was a wedge driven in unknowingly by one Miss Lily Evans. You couldn’t blame her, really. If you’d asked, she would back away from her friendship with James and be perfectly content. That’s what made it so hard to hate her. She liked you, and would do anything to maintain your friendship.

Instead, like a fool, you’d believed James when he said he’d be home early to have dinner with you. After an hour had passed you’d changed out of your nice clothes and into a pair of pajamas, choosing to work to pass the time. About twenty minutes later, you heard the front door open.

In shuffled a weary James, glasses askew and hair messy. Your heart clenched. Here stood the boy (now man) you’d given your heart to years ago. Here he was, breaking it.

“Hey.” Your voice filled the dimly light room, echoing in the bare corners like some evil spirit.

He looked up at you, eyes blinking owlishly as he tugged off his shoes. It took just a second for the image of you to register. His lips twisted into a guilty grimace, though you weren’t sure he was genuinely regretful.

As he approached, you were hit with a wave of floral and ink perfume. You sighed. Lily’s perfume, which she’d found sometime during your time at Hogwarts and stuck to, was far from unfamiliar. It suited her beautifully, though currently it clung to your skin like aa unwanted disease.

“I’m sorry, we got caught up at the pub.” You nodded. The boys night Sirius had proposed. To forget everything going on for one night. Perhaps you should’ve told James just to stay at your friends’ flat tonight instead.

“We had plans.” Your voice wavered, the telltale sign of tears burning your throat. James nodded solemnly. He made to reach for you, but seemed to second guess himself as you shied away.

“I’m sorry, honey, but Pads wanted to stay-“

“Okay.” The finality in your tone had him pausing, brow furrowed. You moved then, gathering up your papers as tears pricked at your eyes. The rational part of you knew that you needed to speak up about your feelings in order to make a change, but you also didn’t feel like you should have to. James made plans with you, his partner; surely that was just as important?

“I’m going to bed.”

Defeat swirled in your gut. Tomorrow, you’d call Mary. If she couldn’t give you advice, she’d at least help you pack up your things.

“Honey, please.” Something desperate filled his tone. You clicked your tongue to distract yourself from the heaviness in your chest. James stepped forward.

“I just lost track of time, promise. I’ll make it up to you.” You shook your head. This was the make up. This was the second chance. Not a single bone in your body wanted to give him a third. It wasn’t fair to expect you to continue to shatter your heart just for him. You cared more about yourself than that to let it continue.

“You already made a promise like that James, don’t lie to me.” Irritation flashed across his face.

“I’m not lying.” You huffed, clutching your papers in your hands. You’d leave the ink. He’d probably need it more than you.

“Merlin, You told me that the last time, James. What else am I supposed to believe?” He ran a hand through his messy curls. “I don’t understand.”

An incredulous expression took up residence on your face. You blinked furiously as you looked at him.

“What don’t you understand? You come home to me after missing an apology dinner, smelling like another woman. Lily Evans no less.” Venom laced itself through the words as you spoke them. His jaw clenched and he crossed his arms. Muscles tensed as he took in the anger in your eyes. You didn’t often get angry, not like this.

“Lily is my friend, I won’t let you make me feel like shit for spending time with her.” You threw your hands up in the air. The clock down the hallway ticked away, eating at you as you turned away from him.

“I never asked that of you, don’t you dare put words in my mouth.” Tears finally spilled over your cheeks. He scoffed.

“At least look at me.”

You whirled around, eyes glassy and lip trembling. Frustration rose. Here you were, crying over the loss of a relationship that hadn’t even ended yet. You swiped at the tear tracks.

“Why? I can’t do this anymore James. I love you, really, but it isn’t fair for me to have to keep asking you to occasionally put me first.” James wore an expressionless look as you spoke. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, an unsteadying drum to your own heartache.

“I do. I don’t understand where this is coming from.” A forlorn feeling took root in your stomach. He didn’t understand. Maybe you were fooling yourself, thinking you could work through this one. After everything, it was too much to bear.

“Alright.” He furrowed his dark brows.

“I’ll ask Mary if she can swing by tomorrow and help me pack up my things.” He startled, reaching for you once more. A sob caught in your throat as he gripped your shoulders. The soft florals of Lily’s perfume engulfed you.

“What? No, what are you talking about?”

Something undecipherable had leaked into James’ words, panicked and shaky as he searched your face. All he found was resignation. You were giving up. James shook his head, licking his lips and leaning down to stare directly into your teary eyes.

“You’re leaving me?”

You let out a breathy laugh, humorless and cold as it curled around your ears.

“You spend more time with Lily than me these days. I won’t fight for someone who isn’t doing the same.” You watched as his face fell. His lips parted as though to speak, but no words fell from his lips. You knew he couldn’t defend himself from the truth; at the very least, he couldn’t defend himself from this truth.

You spoke again. “I love you.”

You pried yourself from his tense grasp and made your way back to the bedroom, locking yourself in the bathroom for privacy. After tomorrow, you’d no longer be in a relationship. James would no longer be your boyfriend, and peace would have to be made. You shared too many friends for the opposite to be an option. You sighed, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes to keep the tears at bay.

When did it all go wrong?