I'm Finally Feeling Courage To Post Pictures From My Garden. I'm Feeling Peak Seasonal Affective Disorder

Knit shawl photographed on the melting snow. I used an inexpensive ball of lions brand acrylic yarn.

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Ezio! He's an aussalier (half Australian Shepard and King Charles cavalier) about 30lbs. Sweetest boy, gonna be 3 in May. Named after the main character in the original assassin's creed

Potted up my tomato seedlings! Can't plant them outside till May 🍅 zone 5b

Pansy bowl too haha

Finished! Hot off the needles

Still need to wash and block

I put them on but they aren't for me! They are too big for me but just right for the person I'm gifting them too.

Hermione socks from ravelry. Hobbii yarn.

I knitted these socks a minute ago in 2022. The yarn is from Hobbii and its just a basic vanilla sock pattern

adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision.  On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me.  i know that fucker’s weaknesses.  i could totally take me in a fight.”

My oil painting of Wendy’s

1 cup 26 bunnies

It’s really pleasant to work with handspun yarn.

I feel like we really lost something when we started looking at writing as a reader-centric product meant to appeal to the desires of a specific audience rather than a writer-centric approach of someone writes whatever particular thing particular compels them/whatever weird thing the demons in their head want to talk about, and people out there who are also compelled, and/or relate, find that writing. A lot of discussions of writing really center around what readers want rather than a writer's exploration. Sometimes as a reader I don't know what I want. I click on a fic or pick up a book I'm not sure about but that looks interesting, and I love it. Reading what I expect to get is it's own joy, but we always need to expand our horizons and not get mad at creators for not always writing what we want/expect.