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I don’t know how but I’m now on Russian Pug Tiktok
And I now own a rebadged Daewoo, I just need to get insurance sorted out before the dealership will give me the keys but the insurance company is closed today
Do you know anyone else who does hand spinning or weaving? A little friendly coaching can go a long way. See if you can find a local-ish group that does this sort of thing. Much depends on what you are hoping to work toward - finished whole cloth? There are people who happily geek out about all the steps in the process, you just need to find them.
Do you know anyone else who does hand spinning or weaving? A little friendly coaching can go a long way. See if you can find a local-ish group that does this sort of thing. Much depends on what you are hoping to work toward - finished whole cloth? There are people who happily geek out about all the steps in the process, you just need to find them.
its incredible, really...like 5 minutes after posting that...it all came together!
i dont know ANYONE who is interested in this at all, here..its just me. i mean...there is a local group, but its populated by some of the biggest like elitist assholes ive ever seen in my life.
im starting to think there are elitists in almost every niche, really. but what im trying to do is make this shawl that apparently can be wrought from one cone of cotton yarn, and so far, now that it all started to make sense, the warping process is going much smoother
i will also say that i didnt know that the initial set up would require like 7 feet of space either, but thats fine.
I knew this was coming. She took a bad turn two nights ago; I brought her up with me as I like to do come evening to play some vidya as that was one of our favourite activities to do together, but I could tell she was in pain. She's been in a managed decline for some time. I admit, I was a little bit shocked when I got the phone call from my mother at the vet this morning that Bean had to go, but I also know it was the best thing for her. She lived a well-loved fifteen years. When I came to visit her for the final time, she smiled and meeped at only me. I raised her from kittenhood as a child myself, and now I am an adult in my twenties. She was also the last of my childhood cats to pass on. For the first time in my entire life, I am catless.
Admittedly, I have some residual anger towards my family. My mother wanted her cremated, but I put my foot down. This isn't a judgment on any other kiwis who go down that path as I understand everyone's values are different, but I couldn't bear the thought of her precious body being burnt up like that. I couldn't make her well, but I'm glad I could do this one thing for her. I'm also mad that my uncle made me and my family look after his demented feral in Bean's final weeks, as Bean couldn't access her favourite parts of the house as he was segregated from her in there. Swanning around Asia was more important than my cat's comfort apparently. I'm continued to be blown away at how disgustingly selfish everyone in my family is.
Anyways, I don't want this post to be spent bitching about them. In April I had what I perceived as a setback in that I had to go back home, when for years all I wanted to do was escape home. In hindsight, I truly thank God for that happening; I got to spend Bean's final weeks with her. Even my mother, who used my affection for Bean against me at times, admitted that Bean loved me the most out of everyone in the end. I've loved every cat that's come into my life, but Bean is particularly special. I'm burying her in her favourite spot in the garden. I know she'll enjoy being with her brother and friends up there in the Great Beyond, and I know she'll be waiting for me when my own time comes
