#that my nanna offered me from before. and it clicks that she was trying to get rid of it without me knowing about it. and i tell my cousin!

[ghoul--doodle]

I love winning!!

I’ll dump the full story in the tags

[sassycassie-s-series]

All My Fault 8

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Damian Wayne/Batman

Rating: PG

Notes: (Masterlist) Little bit of Cloudy’s backstory!

Tag List (Open): @probsjosh @batboys-and-other-messes @nanna-the-batmum @welovegroot

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

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It was rare for me to have the Batcave all to myself. But Bruce and Tim had a meeting to attend at Wayne Enterprises so Alfred drove them, and Dick and Jason went to go check on their pal, Roy. Heaven knew where Damian disappeared off to. Probably off walking one of his plethora of pets or something. As far as I knew, Cass was on a mission somewhere and wouldn’t be back for another several weeks under the cover that she was attending school somewhere in Japan—or so I’d gathered from the boys’ chattering. I wasn’t entirely sure they knew where she was either, to be honest.

So I was weirdly alone. In the Batcave.

Singing “Total Eclipse of the Heart” at the top of my lungs in a way I hadn’t sung in a long time.

You’d think the fact that everyone is constantly somewhere else on business of some sort meant that I’d be home alone a lot but nah. Someone was always around asking if I’d turn my music down or not sing so loud because it had been a long night last night and they were trying to sleep or working on a case and needed to concentrate. Depending on who was asking, I often got varying levels of politeness. Dick’s was always, “Oh, Cloudy, could you please turn it down just a little? Please?” Whereas an extremely sleep-deprived Tim once snapped, “Who’s playing that racket?! Shut it off I can’t hear myself think!”

I never begrudged him the breach in manners, though, because I was fairly certain he’d been awake for 72 hours at that point. Usually he was nicer.

Surprisingly, Jason and Damian never used to give me much flak for listening to music loudly and/or singing along. Even though Jason’s room was on the other side of my bathroom from mine so he always got to listen to my shower renditions when he was home. Sometimes I’d get a text from one of them saying something like, “Hey can you turn it down for a little while?” but for the most part they left me alone.

This time, no one appeared to be in the Batcave at all so I sang to my heart’s content. The way I used to when my parents were alive and I wasn’t a ward of Bruce Wayne.

I stopped my song. My parents…

I ran over to the Bat-computer and looked up McCloud Software.

There was a news report from the day I arrived in the future as one of the top results. I clicked on it.

“Today marks the eighth anniversary of the disappearance of Nora McCloud, daughter of Jaqueline and Lyle McCloud of McCloud Software—the company that has taken leaps and bounds in the field of software design and innovation. Jaqueline and Lyle McCloud were tragically killed in a car accident when their daughter was sixteen. She was taken in by her parents’ business partner and good friend Bruce Wayne until her disappearance. Nora was slated to take over as CEO of the family company, only to disappear three days before she could take the reins. Since then, McCloud Software has been run by Lyle McCloud’s close friend and long-time business advisor Michelle Eden...”

I clicked out of the news report over to the stocks of my parents’ company, comparing them to the rest of the market through the eight years I missed when Damian brought me to the future and the timeways collapsed. My mom taught me how to read stocks from the time I was three. The company’s stocks mostly followed the trends—except one dramatic dip in 2021 that quickly climbed back up.

McCloud Software stock drop, 2021, I typed into the search bar.

SOFTWARE SCANDAL! McCloud database hacked, thousands of users at risk. I should have expected nothing less than a scandal to drop stocks.

But that wasn’t the top hit. It was the second-to-top—I just noticed it first because of the caps-locked title. The top hit said, McCloud Software database hack leaks emails that confirm Michelle Eden and Lyle McCloud affair.

“What?!” I demanded quietly, jumping to my feet and storming over to the case where my Cloudburst costume hung. Once I pulled the door to the case open, I threw off my shirt and started undoing my belt to get my skinny jeans off.

“McCloud? What happened to the music? I was enjoying your singing,” Damian remarked, descending the stairs.

I froze, half-naked and out in the open of the Batcave with no shirt and halfway out of my trousers. I yanked my skinny jeans back into place and covered my bra with my arms. “Damian!” I shrieked, whirling to look while keeping my back to the stairs as much as possible. “I thought no one was here.”

“No, I was upstairs designing a new evening gown for your appearance at the charity gala,” he replied, politely looking away from me with a sketchbook under one arm and a cup of tea in his other hand. “Were you… intending to go somewhere?”

I scooped up my shirt and pulled it back on aggressively. I pointed at the computer screen. “What do you know about the scandal that Michelle and my dad had an affair?” I asked.

Damian came down the rest of the stairs, looking at me now that I was decent. There was an intense look in his eyes. He set his sketchbook and cup down before gently resting his hands on my shoulders. “We’ve been keeping an eye on your company for you, I swear,” he said, peering down at me.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” I said. “Did Michelle actually have an affair with my dad?”

Damian hesitated. “We were never certain—”

“Damian,” I warned.

“As far as we could figure, no. It was just slander. Tim pored over both your father and Eden’s writing styles for two days before coming to the conclusion that the emails were planted. They were too different from the usual. However, we must consider the emotional aspect of passion and the fact that people don’t necessarily write the same when they’re exchanging romantic sweet nothings.”

I turned back to my Cloudburst costume, sliding out from under Damian’s hands on my shoulders.

“McCloud, wait,” he protested, grabbing my hand. It sent a charge all the way up my arm. He tugged back on me gently. “Cloudburst cannot go and interrogate the CEO of your company. She may figure out that Cloudburst is invested in this because she is Nora McCloud. You can confront Michelle at the charity ball as yourself if you wish, but not now.”

When I kept looking at my suit, Damian pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me. Less like a cage and more like a hug.

“Please,” he added. “I understand that you are upset, but now is not the time.”

I was so surprised that he said “please” that I looked up at him. He was looking down at me intensely, his eyes searching my face with the same soul-piercing look they’d had when he first showed up in my past and seemed to be disbelieving that it really was me.

I sighed. “Alright. But I'm going to ask her about it at the ball, assuming she attends,” I relented.

“It’s likely she will be. For your sake,” Damian said. His hand slid down my arm and he wrapped his hand around mine. His hand was warm and I started wondering if he had some sort of electric powers that he’d never told me about with the charge running up my arm from the contact. “Come upstairs. I’d like to ask your opinion on the designs.”

“Can’t I just go to a store and find an evening gown?” I asked.

“Absolutely not. This is the first event where you will be seen in public in nearly a decade. A custom gown is the only way to go for image’s sake.”

“So you just… what? Casually design evening gowns?”

Damian pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Only for you,” he said, leading me out of the Batcave after taking his cup of tea and sketchbook off the table where he’d set them. “I mean, we have a significant lack of time for a professional designer to come up with one. I seem to recall your tastes in evening gowns. If I have created one you like, it would be quicker to have it made than to hire a professional designer.”

“Right,” I said, unsure of what else to say.

“Tea?” Damian offered as we got out of the Batcave.

“No thanks,” I replied.

“Yes, you don’t like tea, do you?”

“Nope. Tea, coffee, ugh.”

“May I grab you anything else?”

“No thanks.”

“Alright then. Come sit with me.” He led me into the main parlor and indicated I sit on the loveseat while he grabbed his drawing tablet from the sofa. He sat down next to me and placed his sketchbook on his lap. “First: basic designs. I went over the previous evening gowns you have worn to galas and attempted to balance them with your personal tastes and your particular… affinity for grand ballgowns.”

I snickered. “Okay,” I said.

Damian took a sip of his tea, set the cup off to the side, and opened his sketchbook. He leafed through several pages until he found what he was looking for. He wrapped the pages he didn’t need around the back. “This is just the first page,” he said. “Don’t assume these are all of your options.”

“How many pages are there?” I asked, noticing the first page had about six different designs on it.

“Five,” Damian said.

“Five?!” I demanded. “Dami, don’t you think that’s a little… much?”

He blinked at my use of a nickname. “… No?” he said. “Your first event in eight years to the public has to be just right. It’s vitally important that you wear something befitting your status as a high-profile young lady as well as all the attention that will be on you. Every camera will be on you almost all night, so you must look impeccable.”

“… Right,” I said. “Okay. Walk me through.”

“Of course. Now, once you select a few different designs, we’ll work on the coloring, yes?”

“Sure.”

“This one—” He tapped the dress he’d drawn on the top left corner of the page. I leaned a little closer to his side in order to see it better. He wrapped his left arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer so I had a better view with his arm out of the way. “—is intended to have a more form-fitting design, like most evening gowns. Most of what I’ve drawn have short sleeves and high necklines as I seem to recall your distaste for revealing too much skin—especially when you’re injured. This one is supposed to have sequins or jewels across most of it in order to sparkle like the night sky. It ought to be complemented with a sizable diamond necklace due to the wide but high neckline—”

“No thanks,” I interrupted. “I really don’t want to wear grand, expensive jewelry. Makes me so paranoid I'm going to break it.”

“Tt. In that case, perhaps you would prefer this one,” he said, tapping another design on the first page with the eraser end of his pencil. “It maintains the form-fitting, cap-sleeved design, but the neckline is narrower and a tad lower. Nothing too revealing, of course, but it does allow for smaller, less garish jewelry.”

“What are you gonna wear?” I asked.

“A tuxedo. As usual,” he said.

“I figured, but, like, are we doing the high school Prom matchy-matchy thing where my dress and your tie are the same color?”

“Not unless you intend to wear a black evening gown. Which I would not recommend for your first event upon returning. It would seem as though you were mourning something rather than celebrating your return.”

“I was just kinda kidding, Damian,” I said, looking between his eyes and his sketchbook, very aware of his warm, strong arm still around my shoulders.

“Oh. Right,” he muttered. “Regardless, if you like the form-fitting, long style but don’t want the garish jewelry, this is the one I would consider.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Well, we’re nowhere close to finishing, McCloud,” he replied, almost playfully. “We’ve barely begun.”

Next

[four-loose-screws]

Fire Emblem 5 Umemura Novelization Translation - Chapter 1 Part 9

If you would like to start from the beginning, read a missed part, etc., click here!

Finn was saved. Within ten days, he was able to move around normally.

When he came to, Leif explained everything to him. The woman nodded and listened to the entire story, only saying that they were welcome to stay in the village until they were in danger once again.

She said that her name was Eyvel.

“I’m basically the leader here.”  She made a smile of either embarrassment or bewilderment. They couldn’t tell.

As the leader, she told the villagers all about Leif. He wasn’t happy that she’d told them exactly who he was, but they didn’t treat him any differently once they knew. That surprised him.

The village’s name was Fiana. It was a small village on the coast of Thracia.

“Lord Leif!” Evyel offered him a sword. It was the one that he had given to her.

“I’m giving this back.”

“What are you saying? Keep it.”

“It’s important to you, isn’t it? You can’t give it up so easily.”

“But this is my thanks to you for saving Finn. His life is worth much more than that sword. So please, take it for saving him.”

“You’re right. A human life is worth more than a sword. So, there is nothing that I can take as repayment for saving a life.”

“……I’m sorry.” Leif took the sword back.

Eyvel smiled. “Don’t be.”

-

Two young men brought their axes down.

“Whoa!” The long-haired young man ducked. His opponent’s axe grazed his underarm. He spun around in a circle and swung his axe downwards.

The short-haired young man jumped back. His axe sliced through the air.

The two stepped backwards and put some distance between them. They glared at each other.

Leif took a deep breath. “A-Amazing…”

“You bet I am!” The long-haired young man puffed up with pride and looked at Leif.

The short-haired young man sighed at the sight and dropped his axe.

The two were villagers of Fiana. The long-haired one was Orsin, and the short-haired one was Halvan. They had begun to spar to test the skills they had learned in real combat.

“Hey, let me fight with you too!”

“Huh? You? No way.”

“But why!?”

“Even if we hold back, we do real damage! You’re still using a wooden sword. That thing won’t stand a chance against our axes made of real metal!”

“We won’t know unless we try it!”

“That may be true, but if you’re looking for someone to spar with, Mareeta is the perfect opponent for you. She uses a wooden sword too, and can put up a good fight.”

“I know, but I want to learn how to fight an axe-wielder! C’mon, please?”

“Doesn’t matter what you say, the answer is still no.”

“Pleeeeaaase?”

“Fine with me. Let’s do it!”

“Halvan!!” Orsin opened his eyes wide at Halvan’s sudden input into the conversation.

“I don’t mind. I haven’t had many opportunities to spar with a swordsman.”

“Thanks, Halvan. Let’s hurry up!”

“I’d be inclined to agree… but looks like it’s break time.” Halvan put down his axe and pointed behind Leif.

Leif spun around and saw Nanna, Mareeta, and Patricia coming with lunch.

Marita was Eyvel’s daughter and a strong-willed young woman. She was skilled at sword-fighting, but since still had a long way to go before she caught up to her mother, she was very humble about it.

Patricia was Halvan’s younger sister. She cared greatly about family, so she was very close to her brother. She was skilled at all manner of housework, and was currently teaching Nanna and Mareeta how to cook.

“Finally! Lunchtime!” Orsin grabbed his portion. “But just by looking at it, I know exactly who made it. Mareeta must have made most of it…”

“I know it’s bad! But I don’t have a knack for cooking. Nanna’s learning just by watching! I don’t get it as fast as people who are good at it. Learning how to use a sword is much easier for me!” Mareeta sighed. She looked really upset about it.

“You’re not that bad! You’re improving. Isn’t she, Patricia?”

“Mm-hmm! The flavor is what matters most. You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.”

“I wish I had enough confidence to say that I’m confident that the flavor is good…” Mareeta said strangely, and sighed once more.

“It’s fine, so eat up!” Orsin said with a mouthful of food.

“Orsin, that’s not a compliment.” Leif made an awkward smile, and so did everyone else.

“Well, whatever. It’s not like I made it to be complimented for it. Anyway, Leif, you up for a spar later?”

“Oh, I can’t today. Halvan and I already agreed to a match.”

“Wow, really? That’s a first. In that case, would you like to spar, Nanna?”

“Yes, I’d love to!” Nanna nodded with a smile.

After their meal, Leif sparred with Halvan.

[about-babies]

"I have a little girl of 32 months full of life. Since I stopped d 'allatarla I can not give the timetable. More three days after you stop I started having strong headaches that made me from dependent on others for any fees, to go out shopping or any other committee that I had to do was ask for help. Plus it was hard to get out of bed, I felt like drunk, and the lights of the shops faccevo stun me so much that I felt so bad that I it was almost faint. and after several checks after one year and five months to the event by explaining new symptoms, the doctor gave me a cure magnesium ... and now I'm fine.

I admit I have neglected my daughter regarding gl'orari. Most nights sleep does not take if not after midnight, also two in the morning. If he does not sleep in the afternoon, then between 20 and 21 falls asleep. But sometimes she can not put her to sleep in the afternoon and ends so that s' asleep in the late afternoon. And Whatever the time you are trying to wake her kicks, screams, cries a struggle that finally won her, please consider there to calm her down. In the morning, wake up around 9, the raised my faccevo have breakfast, but then stopped to have breakfast has not wanted to know more. He wants milk in bibero and returns to sleep. She wants to sit on the couch and trouble to look for to wake up because if not for me are others kicked and punched in changing it, wash it. And 'whims in covingerla to go out to make even a trivial expense. Going away in the car and then she falls asleep as he sits, and so are sometimes forced to do shopping with her in my arms. As long as there was little the faccevo, not now.

Ghali - Ninna Nanna (Prod. Charlie Charles)

What are fair gl'orari and the right ways to find an organization of the day. She sleeps with me, my husband wants domire night, weekends sleeps late, I explained how to fall asleep alone, but he does not believe it. And most of the time that I leave crying because he wants something, being a whim, he eventually satisfied because being tired and stressed out does not want to hear her cry. In certain situations and I feel lonely. How must I do to change that? Thank you fantastic in your programs. I have not lost a series ... "Dear Mom,

It will seem trivial, but the tools to change the things you already have them! From your letter, I realize that you realize your mistakes and this is already a big step so come on, take a deep breath, and go-ahead to changes! Do you notice that it will not be easy and that it will take much effort species, from what you tell me, from your husband. Unfortunately there is little to do with him-it must be just him to want to work together to change things and until it will feel convinced will be tough…

But meanwhile, let's focus on the things that you can do. You tell me that your little girl has almost three years and speak of when you stopped nurse her but it is not clear if and only recently or very… I imagine it's just…

I am in favor of a prolonged breastfeeding but you have to consider that children who are accustomed to make much more effort to separation from the mother often manifesting behaviors do you encounter in your daughter. Make more effort, yes, but not impossible, and even if you have to have some changes in more to bridge the lack of contact, which was precious for them and for us moms.

Often parents are afraid to impose on their children. They are afraid to make them suffer or "mark them" in some terrible way. Not at all so. The child suffers most when it left the fray, without rules. He feels lost and confused just because it is not able to choose what is better for him. You tell me that your daughter wants this, she does not want that one, want, want, want. She really does not know what he wants and this causes in her a great stress.

Who Adriana Cantisani

[MV] K.A.R.D _ Oh NaNa (Hidden. HUR YOUNG JI(허영지))

In the case of your daughter, the total lack of fixed schedules -of routine- it could be because of the behavior, often confusing, to you. The first thing to do, therefore, and to structure his day. But really shape it, so that does not change (almost) never! We must offer the activities that will be repeated every day so that nothing is left to chance. Most will understand what succededera will feel more secure and calm.

I say that the wake up at 9. It 's too late. Transforming his day thus:

About 7 hours: Wake + Breakfast + bathroom and dressing

About 8 hours: alone free play, obviously keep an eye on but not exclusively interact with her, begins well your chores.

10 hours approx: sitting at the table, eat a bit 'of fruit (yes, you too! Funnier Sara for her and help you understand the concept "do so" instead of "it's so." In this case you say "It 's time for a snack, come we eat a little' fruit with her mother.")

10:30 hours: make an activity targeted for about an hour. Remember that children of this age have a span of fairly low so beware you could do 2 or 3 different activities. Help her to maintain the concentration by choosing a bit attivita 'connected to each other. For example, if you play with the bears for a quarter of an hour later you can color a drawing of a teddy bear using crayons making the case to bear color and talking about other things that are brown. Brown like the Nutella! So why not involve them in spreading a bit 'of Nutella on bread squares to eat them as a snack in the afternoon? (And if you run some taste nothing happens!) Or, why not paint with your fingers with brown tempera…. The tactile game also becomes an opportunity to learn about and experience the color and to make his mark, mo 'signature! "I was here" in short… Let's feel important!)

At about 11.30 about cleaning the whole, we wash and play freely while mom prepares lunch

12.00 approx: eat…. Together!

After lunch a little 'relaxation together and around 13.30 to take a nap until no later 16:00 (Strillera, and normal, and angry! If you sleep well, if you do not sleep okay: remove from the cot to 16 .

Ghali - Ninna Nanna (Prod. Charlie Charles)

If she fell asleep just to wake up and of course, will be angry but you have to change his habits of sleeping and waking you will see that it will not last more than a couple of days.)

16.00: snack (together) with a quadrotto of bread and Nutella and a glass of milk (for example, if there are not, of course we will intolerances allergies…)

16.30: out to play if the weather permits

18.30: return home where the child plays freely while mom cooks dinner and handles household chores (which we know well, they seem to never end !!!)

19.30 about: dinner together and after a while 'decompression on the couch with Pope (I guess? It places them? ;-)

20:30 hours bath + pajamas + fairytale

21:00 lights out

Now back on the couch with your better half but bring earplugs! Do not worry-in fact, we joke and I above- normal if screams but as I said before, just has to get used to.

You'll see that if his days will meticulously (in fact I was pignolissima with the schedule) and you will devote the time and targeted only for her but, too, dosed daily EXACT moments, then she will begin to understand and it becomes quiet. You can not read a clock but following the pattern will understand that Mom and TOTALLY FOR HER "after the fruit." While if you will dedicate it to her every day, but not always at the same time she does not know if it will happen or not that time and therefore will do everything to get your attention.

I invite you to read the golden rules that you can find on my website www.adrianacantisani.it clicking at the top on the Aladdin's lamp. You'll find one for sleeping, tantrums and different activities to do with children of the age of your daughter.

Courage dear mother, you can do it !!

A hug and do not give up (and does read this letter also to your husband!)

adri

Read also: The 100 tips the nanny to parents

Read also the Adriana tips on how to remove the diaper, bedtime, icapricci, on food and jealous brothers

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Hobbycraft Knitcraft Social 19-1-17

Emma Harrison-Brown Knows Good Crochet... Couldn't make it to this week's Knitcraft Social at +Hobbycraft Milton Keynes? Catch up on all the gossip with this week's review.

So this week, and right up until the end of January, to celebrate Knitcraft Social, I decided to release my latest pattern "Off The Chain", as a free CAL across social media using the tag #knitcraftsocial. It's super quick, super easy and REALLY fun and addictive!!

Read more here and click to get the full pdf pattern for free now by clicking here...

I designed this pattern to celebrate the chains of both yarn and friendship Knitcraft Social creates... it's a wonderful way to meet new friends and to make new connections whilst exploring and embracing your own creativity. For details of a Knitcraft Social near you soon, click here to follow @knitcrafthq. 

Free full pdf SFMGS pattern until end of January here

If you haven't yet discovered Emma's new feature here on the blog, read on for not only all the gossip from Knitcraft Social at +Hobbycraft Milton Keynes but also some truly inspiring words from this gorgeous lady...

Knitcraft Social 19 January 2017

“I am In The Middle Of a Chain Reaction”

Knitcraft Social 19 th January 2017 – Emma Harrison-Brown Knows Good Crochet

Have you downloaded the free pattern to Miki’s “Off the Chain” statement necklace that I told you she was working on last week?  It’s only free to download for a limited time so you need to get that little task on to your “to-do” list.  Or maybe you looked at the amazing pattern and thought, you know, I am not going to wear a statement necklace like that, it’s not a pattern for me?  I am going to tell you why you need the off the chain pattern and why you need to start to hooking it right away, because, as the great Diana Ross put it 

“I am in the middle of a chain reaction” 

Miki’s nanna , the great and wonderful Peggilini was back at the table this week for her first Knitcraft Social of the year! Cue cheers and applause please!  Peggilini had become a pretty regular feature at the knitcraft social in the run up weeks to Christmas.  I think our Peggillini spent some of Christmas over at  Buckingham Palace because Peggilini was afflicted with a cold of such severity that just like Queen Elizabeth couldn’t get out and about, our poor Pegglini couldn’t make it to the social.  Thank goodness she is back, and fit and well, and giving me all the Nanna hugs and crocheting encouragement.

We were also joined by the Amazing Anne.  I am a great fan of alliteration and giving people small (not always) complimentary nick names, so Amazing Anne it was and it looks like she is a Knitcraft socialiser for good and will be back next week.

Anne (with an e, as Miki clarified) is our very first Knitcraft Social KNITTER and I loved that she was confident to sit and knit as Miki, Peggillini and I all crocheted.  It is a brave thing to do something different even when we have been encouraging everyone that we do and can knit and it’s about sharing a love for yarn and creativity at the Knitcraft table, it’s not just crochet!  Anne is the first knitter to take us up on the offer.  What is also the same, whether you are knitting or crocheting or indulging in any other yarny creativeness, is that we talk and natter and Anne was joining in and telling us a bit about her background.

Anne was working up a wonderful jumper pattern with this gorgeous Alchemy Elixir yarn... available exclusively online here. Keep an eye out for the next SFMGS free pattern for Hobbycraft using this lush premium yarn... updates coming soon on Insta  @setfreemygypsys0ul

Anne told us the story about the fitbit fitness tracker device that she was wearing on her wrist.  A retired lady, looking to be more active, she had asked for a fitbit for Christmas.  From making small steps to increase the amount of exercise she was doing, she found the confidence to join a slimming group.  She began, through keeping up with and increasing her activity level with her fitbit, and following the diet plan and joining the community of slimmers at her club, to lose the weight that she had gained through stress eating in her previous job.

Then as she was losing weight and being more active and enjoying being a part of her slimming class, she gained the confidence to enter and complete a midnight long distance walk.  For the fact that Anne told me the time she completed the walk in , down to the very last second, I could tell that she was very proud of how far she had come in terms of her fitness and health.  It was like the moment when you proudly show your finished crocheted masterpiece to someone, knowing from that very first foundation chain you made and how far you had come along the way to completion.  Not just in terms of that specific project but the other smaller projects that helped pave the way to that one.

With the midnight long distance walk under her belt and loving the level of fitness and health she had created for herself, Anne now had the confidence to volunteer to be a Ranger for a stretch of the canal with the Canal and Rivers Trust.  Anne said that usually people take on a 1 kilometre stretch, but Anne felt able to more than double that and is responsible for 3km. 

Miki and Mr B’s dream #projectliveaboard, is to live on a narrow boat on the canal, and so Anne and Miki forged a chain of connection, not just through their love of yarn – Miki was helping Anne make the pattern she was working on fit best the wonderful yarn that she had chosen – but also through their shared interest in the canals and waterways and their maintenance.

Google tells me :

A chain reaction:

A series of events, each caused by the previous one

In Anne’s case, the fitbit led to a chain of reaction which in one way or another led Anne to have the confidence to join us at the Knitcraft table.

A lady that works at  +Hobbycraft that spoke to Miki last week has agreed to come into work before her shift starts next Thursday so that she can learn to crochet a picot edge to a scarf that she has knitted.  She asked Miki last week, had an evening with her friend trying to learn to crochet (unsuccessfully) during the week, so is joining us from eleven next Thursday – another chain of reaction has begun.  Maybe she will regularly come to work a bit earlier to crochet or knit with us.

Peggillini and Anne bonded and chatted by talking about how they had met their husbands – you can’t ask for a stronger representation of the power of a chain reaction by thinking about how you have met someone that becomes important in your life.

Next week Jude is back at the Knitcraft table, and unknowingly to her, Jude started the chain reaction for me that is writing this weekly review.  If Jude hadn’t have gone on holiday for the first three weeks of January, and worried about missing out the events of three weeks at the Knitcraft Social table then I wouldn’t have said or had the idea about writing it down.  If I hadn’t mentioned my idea to Miki, then Miki wouldn’t have offered to put my review on the blog, which means that you wouldn’t be reading this now.

So, I would say, you should all make some “Off the Chain” necklaces and wear them proudly, make some links and maybe put a few on your work in progress project bag.  Make a few links and attach them to your car or house keys.  Make a few links and hang them from your kitchen cupboard door.  Make a whole length of them and hang them bunting style in your house!  Hang them from your front door, your garden fence!  Make necklaces for your friends.  You need to know the power of the chain of reaction and a good reminder is the “off the chain” pattern.  If you are struggling with a pattern – look at those chain links, remember how far you have come, how your own chain of reaction has formed and where it has brought you.

Be brave to sit and knit when surrounded by crocheters like our Anne at the Knitcraft Social.  Be courageous to sit and crochet wherever you may be.  Be brave, not to just break the rules, but to make your own rules and follow your creativity, no matter how mad or crazy the idea may be to say out loud to someone, if it makes sense to you, follow your idea.  

Anne told me to think outside the box and that is what I would urge everyone to do with Miki’s off the chain necklace – think of it not just as a statement necklace, but a jumping off point for your own creativity and a true representation of the power, not just of forging links and connections to people as we do at the Knitcraft table each week, but also of the power of chain reactions.

Lots of love

Emma  xxx

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