#and am now ripping strips off of stash fabric to use in this

[tj-crochets]

Rug update: it has yellow now!!!

It’s about 12” by about 21”

[knottybliss]

Before he ghosted on me, my (former, I guess?) partner had a habit of yoinking all my heaviest quilts to use as his own. One of them is this deliciously heavy blanket my mother bought me at a Macy’s store closing sale almost two decades ago. He did not take it when he left, and I stashed it on a shelf.

Now I am looking at it.

It is no longer in the excellent condition it once was, largely at the edges. There are not rips nor tears through the body of the quilt, but huge chunks of the edge are open. Mostly popped seams but there is at least one spot where torn fabric is coming off in a slender strip.

I am trying to figure out my best Avenue of repair. I was thinking of doing a binding tape edge all the way around, but several of the sides have scalloped edges, which enfunkenizes it. Maybe I could trim them down to a straight edge?

Thoughts?

[justlymine]

finished the niblet’s quilt!

where I left off, I was almost done with the front:

I whipstitched the circles onto the quilt--you can see on the red circle top left the white thread i used to hold the folded under edges in place instead of pins. I ended up leaving that little section of temporary stitching instead of ripping it out like the rest of them, because it looks cool and i thought it was a fun detail of how it was made.

The way i make quilts, next i baste the front to the batting, trim it to fit, then sew the backing fabric face to face with the front of the quilt on three sides. Like making a pillow. Then I turn it rightside out and I have the front and back of the quilt stitched on three sides with the raw edges turned in, with the batting secured in between.

it’s hard to see the basting stitches on the white fleece (I didn’t have a wide enough bit of batting so i used 2 layers of fleece instead--this quilt was entirely made out of bits from my stash) but here I am stitching around the edges of the quilt, doing three of the four side seams.

I am living with a friend right now who makes quilts (gorgeous quilts--I’ll have to show off the one she made me sometime) and she came home to see me with the quilt spread out in the hallway on a peice of cardboard with pins sticking down into it like a bulletin board (to keep it in place while I basted the bits together) and she asked me what I was doing. I explained and she got excited--she had recently been to a talk on old-timey ways to make quilts, and they used to make them that way (the way i made up) in the USA a long time ago? so i asked her how she does hers, and she says she lays the three layers--top, batting, backing on top of each other the way the final quilt will look, then stitches through the three layers an inch from the edge, then binds over the raw edges with a strip of fabric to make the edge. Then quilts. (It actually sounds easier than my way so i might try that way next time--fewer wrinkles to smooth out i bet)

Anyway, once the circles were on and the three layers assembled, it was time for quilting! My previous quilts I quilted with circles or swirls or lines that ignored the pattern of the quilt and were in a color that complemented the backing of the quilt. This time i decided to quilt around the characters in the circles, in a color that matched the characters. This turned out really well on the front, but since I don’t use a quilting frame or embroidery hoop, the back of the quilt was a big mess. And some of the colors made the mess really obvious!

this is the back. It’s a little hard to see here but it was this mass of red or black uneven stitches in random clumps about the size of my hand. It wasn’t a big deal for the messes in blue and green and white, but I didn’t like the higher contrast messes.

So i covered them! I think it looks super cute actually.

I want to show off the quilting since it looks so nice on the front--totally worth the back mess i think.

I stitched around the white circles in white

I stitched around the monkeys in green (and note the pale blue border I put around this circle, to make it stand out from the main background of the quilt--I think it came out really well! i’m proud.

I quilted the blue background in blue swirls (top half has been quilted, bottom half still to go--you can see how much better it looks)

I quilted along every other straight flower row in green for a nice wide quilted border.

after all the quilting was done, i folded under the raw edges of the last side and stitched them closed.

finished front:

(some of my friend’s quilts are on the couch behind mine)

finished back:

(I signed it at my friend’s suggestion, with my location and year--per that workshop she went to)

and one last pic of the quilting. Isn’t it nice :)

I really love the feel of this quilt, with the fleece instead of batting. It’s heavy and flexible yet soft. Not so springy and light. makes a great play mat.

[writing-in-april]

Mismatched

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Than you to @imagining-in-the-margins for this perfect gif!

Summary: Reader is Spencer’s roommate has been pining after Spencer for a while now. One morning they finally get to act on their shared desires.

Warnings: NSFW (Non specific dom), Goofy smut, Unprotected sex, Oral (Female Receiving)

A/N: So anxiety has been a real bitch to me as of late but I finally finished this so sorry its 3 weeks late. This is also a little shorter then I intended but I still like the way it turned out. Hope y’all enjoy and my requests are open!

Masterlist  Word count: 2.3k

Spencer’s penchant for wearing mismatched socks was one of the things I found most endearing about him. I often peaked down to look at what socks he was wearing each day, they almost always gave clues about his mood. I knew that if they were plain colored socks with no pattern he was usually feeling down and on the opposite end if they had little characters on them I knew he was probably in a great mood.

Today on our off day from the BAU he was sitting on the couch of our apartment with a coffee in one hand and a book in the other reading some obscure novel in French that I could never understand. Ever since we became roommates I often stared at his visage soaking in the beautiful image of him every morning.

“Good morning Jelly Bean.” A soft whisper speaking my nickname that I loathed spoke drawing my eyes away from his form, getting distracted before I could look and see what colors adorned his feet today. His eyes bore into me as he glanced up and down my figure that was only barely covered in one of his shirts that I had stolen. I smirked to myself at the sight of his wantonness. Ever since I had heard him and Derek talking about his crush on me I had been trying to coax him into acting on it. I knew that my pale pink lace boy shorts were definitely in view as that was my intention the whole time, he always got this almost feral look about him when he saw me in some clothes I had nicked from him.

“Hey Spence.” I said with a coy smile meant to deceive as to not give away my intentions. His eyes narrowed at my words unsure if I was doing this on purpose or not. Before I could even comprehend what was going on Spencer had tossed his book aside and made his way over to me. He trapped me against the counter so I couldn’t escape him with our breath intermingling from how close we were, though I was quite happy with the position I had found myself in.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me Jelly Bean?” God, I really hated that nickname. He had come up with it soon after we had become roommates and I had insisted on a spot in the kitchen to put my stash of jelly beans that he could not touch. I normally loathed the nickname however, the way his breath was caressing my face as he spoke the words softly almost turned me into jelly.

“What do you mean Spence?” My innocent tone of voice looked like it pained him. Giggling at the sight I bumped his nose with mine in jest bringing us ever closer. My actions caused a gasp to escape from him as if I was crushing his lungs, though that was the only sound between us for a minute besides heavy panting.

“Do you want this?” He said to break the silence, he didn’t need to clarify, I knew what he meant and was giddy at the implications.

“Yes”

As soon as the words left my mouth we were both on each other in an instant, our mouths moving in sync as if we had done it a thousand times before. We stumbled and rushed to the closest bedroom which happened to be Spencer’s. With fumbling hands he opened the door to his room just as I started to work on tugging his sleep shirt up over his head. He stopped by movements by swiftly picking me up and walked over to his bed before tossing me down like a rag doll. I giggled as he tossed me down but quickly to strip his shirt off so I was only in my panties,

I then placed myself back down on the bed right back to where Spencer threw me before patiently waiting for him.

My lustful gaze fell onto him as I watched him strip down, shamelessly staring at him wondering how someone could look more perfect. He was also staring at me as he undressed his eyes filled with awe as if he was looking at a goddess. I had never felt more beautiful.

Giggles then suddenly started to fall from my mouth uncontrollably, I caught a glimpse of the socks that still sat on Spencer’s feet which pulled me out from my illicit thoughts. They were red and purple in color, with the red one having large orange polka dots and the purple had blue vertical stripes running up the sides. A mixture of hurt and confusion flashed across his face, his body suddenly curling in on itself trying to shade himself from my laughs. He started to retreat out of the bedroom in shame and I then realized how my laughs must’ve been perceived by Spencer.

“Spen-Spencer wait- I’m not laughing at you” I spoke out between my dying giggles, his brows angle deeper, his confusion increasing further. “I’m laughing at your socks”

He glanced down to look at the mismatched socks that were pulled halfway up to his calves, he wiggled his toes inside them then joined me in giggles of realization that he looked like a goof.

“Oh!” He squeaked out while scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Sorry for misunderstanding.”

“No it’s my fault- I’m sorry for making you feel self conscious, I feel really bad.” The laughter had completely dissipated from me, guilt replacing the elation. Averting my eyes in shame, the pillow sitting next to me suddenly became the most interesting thing in the room as I started to pull the threads on the soft plush. Spencer padded over to me, he carefully straddled my thighs while boring his eyes into my skin trying to get me to initiate eye contact.

“You don’t have to be sorry Jelly Bean.” My cheeks blushed at the nickname which now sounded suddenly cute but I still refused to face him. When I didn’t move to look at him he dropped his face down to my stomach while skimming over the dips of my hips. Delicately he started placing feather light kisses to my middle barely grazing the soft flesh, when I started to squirm a bit at the slightly ticklish touches he pursed his lips and started to blow raspberries against my stomach. My giggles returned in full force as pressed goofy kisses onto my skin, it then turned into uncontrollable laughter when he started tickling every part of my body he could reach.

He pulled up to engulf me in a wet kiss, slipping his tongue inside to caress my own which muffled my snickers. He cradled my cheek as he pushed our kiss deeper, stealing all of the breath from my lungs. While biting the soft flesh of my lips his fingers trailed down from my hips slipping underneath the lace of my boy shorts.

His light teasing touches against my folds continued to push giggles from my throat, but they were soon turned into a loud moan as his fingertips made contact with my bundle of nerves. Slowly he started to circle my clit as he moved away from my mouth to give my jaw and neck the attention they deserved. Hickies were slowly accumulating as his teasing touches made me more and more impatient causing an impatient whine to fall from my lips. He smirked against the column of my throat in response to my inarticulate plea, he still must’ve understood my wants and slipped two fingers inside, crooking them to try and locate the ever elusive g spot. He was better at finding it compared to most men as after a few pumps of his fingers he pinpointed the exact spot, causing a ripple of pleasure to flow through me. Gasps, moans, and whines were freely escaping me, the pleasure coming in intense waves. He then pulled his fingers away from me causing a full pout to form on my lips. When he looked at the pathetic look on my face he was the one snickering this time.

“Why’d you stop.” I whimpered out pitifully and added puppy dog eyes to my face to convince him to resume his ministrations.

“I wanted to taste you.” He answered cheekily while dipping down to hook his fingers in the waistband of my panties. Pulling them down my legs slowly he followed them with a trail of teasing kisses ghosting around where I wanted him the most,“I bet you taste like pineapple.”

“Spencer, don’t lie to try to be sexy, that's not what any woman tastes like. I am not a literal jelly bean.” My legs kicked out in impatience to get the offending fabric off of me while trying to suppress any more giggles and focus at the task at hand.

Finally the fabric was removed from my center but Spencer had not ceased his teasing. I squirmed as he slowly kissed up my legs leaving kisses and love bites wherever he could.

“Be patient.” He tried to say with conviction but was unsuccessful at concealing how funny he found my impatience.

“Stop it’s not funny”

He silenced my whines by diving into my core. He wasted no time, slipping his tongue between my folds. Immediately waves of pleasure were already rolling off of me, I had been with plenty of guys beforehand but being with Spencer already felt otherworldly. The kitten licks alternated between teasing my entrance and sucking my clit making my vision go white. But, that feeling was nothing compared to when he added two of his fingers pushing them into my entrance. I probably sounded like I was in a porno from the cries that were coming from me and all it took was a few crooks of his fingers before I fell over the edge. My hips tried to rotate to ride out my high, though they were quickly stopped by his other hand over my stomach forcing me to be still as pleasure ripped through me.

When my release finished he made his way back up my body and enveloped me into a heated kiss. It was messy, sloppy, and I was gasping into his mouth as I caught my breath from my high.

Once I came back down to earth he flipped me over quickly so I was now on top, I was shocked at the sudden movement but I quickly recovered and wrapped my hands around his length slowly starting to pump. I guided his length to grind against my core to tease him and get back at him for the way he teased me.

The pleas that fell from his lips were unintelligible, the fact that he was already this deasperate from just a little bit of teasing made me smirk devilishly.

“Please.” He was finally able to form at least one word so I relented and lined him up with my entrance. As I sunk down I tried to relish in the feeling of him stretching me, that was quickly ruined by Spencer roughly grabbing my hips and pushing me all the way down. Underneath me Spencer was fighting to thrust up into me as I adjusted to his thick length and once I started to roll my hips an uncharacteristic high pitched whine came from his lips. The pleasure that started to well up inside me was too much to ignore and we both devolved into thrashing pleasure grabbing any part of each other we could reach to get to our respective release.

There were no words spoken as we both hit our highs, just loud pornographic cries that reverberated around the apartment and would surely get us a complaint from the neighbors. I kept my movements going as long as possible until the last dregs of stimulation were pulled from us and everything became oversensitive. I rolled my body off of him laying down in the bed roughly with exhaustion and I barely noticed Spencer cleaning us both up with a wet washcloth.

Just as he laid down next to me the rising morning sun that we had both woken up to started to peek through the curtains obnoxiously as it was close to noon by now, falling right on my eyes. A groan fell from my lips at the light that glared into my eyes so I got up groggily to shut the curtains.

“Stay.” Spencer whispered, breaking the silence in the room. I glanced back to look at him through my sleepy eyes, his curls wild from the previous activities we partook in but they still framed his face perfectly while he nestled himself further into the fluffy blanket.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily Socks.”  I simply remarked while closing the curtains with a huff. Glad that the sun was now out of my eyes I made my way back over to Spencer meandering playfully over to tease him.

“Socks?”

“Well you have a stupid nickname for my jelly bean habit so I’m giving you one for yours.”  I picked up the socks he had carelessly chucked across the room and threw them at him. Then a stack of his freshly cleaned clothes caught my eyes, specifically the colorful socks that sat on top. Padding over to the stack I quickly put on the first two different ones I see. I presented my choice of socks to Spencer by standing on the bed while giggling, my choice of an orange Halloween sock and one with teddy bears seemed to greatly amuse him, “Now we’re matching.”

He snorted and pulled me back down to cuddle our limbs intertwining as we fell asleep now both wearing mismatched socks.

[we-justhere]

So imagine a world where Britain never met America. I’m talking a Hetalia of course ~ The two chance upon one another in a war torn place or something similar. The Brit has his rations and stumbled upon this young boy, not used to war who looks rather worse for wear. Arthur is puzzled to see the teenager stumble into his hiding spot but none the less allows his entry upon realising he is no enemy. I revel in the idea of the starved Brit giving his rations away to his younger~

This one is very exciting~ War prompts are some of my favorites because they’re naturally easy to write-And I just have a soft spot for them in general. This probably isn’t going to be super accurate to any particular war, so I apologize if that’s what you’re looking for. We’re just here to starve some characters~.

Exhaustion sapped away at every muscle in Arthur’s body. His lungs ached with adrenaline as his breathing turned into little more than panting despite the burning pain it brought to his chest. He couldn’t remember how long he had been out here, but the scene of a quick escape that just barely left him alive stuck in his head like ringing in his ears that just wouldn’t go away. He huffed, hugging his arm to his middle where he had stashed a bit of food. That was the only thing on his mind right now, keeping his food safe. Time wasn’t on his side out here and it never was. There was always something to get away from, someone to avoid, someplace to run to if you valued your freedom any. 

Arthur was starving. He had faced attack after attack and had little time to do much other than getting away and assisting with evacuations. So many counted on him that he had neglected his own flesh.

He bunkered down once he couldn't stand to look for people anymore, mostly by demand of the headache he was suffering from and the low growling of his stomach. He found an old building and tucked into it, relief flooding his system as soon as he sat up against one of the cold walls. Sleep crossed his mind. He hadn’t gotten much of that either, as not many places were safe and he could only get a few minutes in before he had to get up again. Never before had frigid, stone walls and dead silence felt so soothing to the Brit. 

He opened up his jacket and took his meal out from where it was against his chest. He was grateful to see it, even if he knew it hadn’t gone anywhere. It wasn’t much. It was all he had out here, and he had no idea when or where he would find something new to eat. He lay everything in front of him to see what he had, and was pleased to see that he had enough bread and meat to at least last for a day or two. 

His stomach clenched up at the sight of food. It had at least been three days since he had eaten something, or perhaps even longer. He lifted the bread to his face so he could savor the smell, though in any other situation he would have been repulsed by it. It was dry and old, something Arthur would have thrown away. Never again

No sooner than he had broken up a bit of the bread did he hear footsteps outside. Sluggish, irregular footsteps, but still footsteps all the same. His blood ran cold under his skin. He was sure he had checked, sure that he was alone and was safe. He held his breath and cupped his hand over his mouth, anything to keep himself quiet. Who could even be out here..? There wasn’t anything for miles, and the area had already been attacked. There was nothing to salvage from these ruins, and everyone had been evacuated prior. Immediately Arthur’s mind went to someone that was sticking around to find anyone who had stuck around, to get rid of stragglers. People like Arthur. 

But those footsteps. They were fatigued. It almost sounded like a limp. 

Arthur reached for his gun. He might have had a bullet left if he was lucky. The most he could use it for was intimidation, but he doubted anyone was walking around out here without a gun. His mind was racing with thoughts-Go out there and see who it was, stay and look for cover, get out of the building and look for another-each with their own problems, but he couldn’t stand to wait anymore. He inched toward a hole in the wall of his refuge and looked outside, emerald eyes scanning the ground for any sign of any movement at all, but there was nothing. There was hardly even a breeze out here. He leaned closer to the hole so he could look around more, but the sound of something falling behind him stole all of his attention.

Arthur felt as though he had been shot with how hard he jumped, and as quickly as he could he turned around and aimed his empty handgun at what had fallen. 

It was a boy. Rather, a teenager-Couldn’t be any older than seventeen or eighteen. He was blond and his hair was a mess, to say nothing of the rest of him. He was on his hands and knees and didn’t seem to notice that Arthur was even there. He looked tired, ready to collapse. There was no way this wasn’t his first war. He trusted his environment, at least until he looked up and saw Arthur’s gun pointed at him.

He was wearing glasses, and based on the smudges pushing dirt to the sides of the lenses, he had been trying and failing to keep them clean.

His eyes went wide and he fell back, holding his hands up. “I..I don’t have anything..!” He pleaded, the fear in his voice unknowingly finding the sympathy that was left in Arthur’s heart. The Brit couldn’t, and wouldn’t, lower his gun, and this kid seemed to know that. “I got left behind..! I don’t know where I am..Please.”

 “Show me your gun.” Arthur stated plainly, to which the teenager fumbled to get his gun out and slid it to the older man. 

“My name is Alfred.” He half-whined, especially nervous now that he wasn’t armed. 

Arthur pushed the gun further away from Alfred and slowly lowered his own. “You were left behind?”

“I don’t think they noticed.” Alfred let his hands slide back onto the ground beside him. “I’m trying to find them again, but..” He paused and winced as his stomach gave a noisy grumble, one that he couldn’t conceal even as he raised his palm to push at his middle. “..No luck so far.” 

Arthur was stunned, but understood why he might have been stranded. He was reckless, defenseless, and it was easy for soldiers to move on when they thought someone was beyond help. He would just ignore the growling he had heard, mostly because it was embarrassing to do anything else. “Were you injured?” 

“My leg.” Alfred grunted and pulled his pant leg up, revealing a wound. The blood had dried, but the wound hadn’t been dressed. It might have been infected. He must have collapsed, and by the look of how frightened he was, he might have been so shocked he fainted. Arthur put the pieces together and assumed everyone thought Alfred was dead and moved on. 

“Why didn’t you take care of it?” Arthur murmured, looking from the wound to the teenager’s hopeless eyes. Alfred didn’t respond, which told him all he needed to know.

Arthur grumbled with frustration and tore at his shirt, ripping a strip of the fabric off (it looked effortless for the most part, but with what little energy he had left it was rather draining) so he could at least dress it. He approached Alfred, who flinched and pulled away a bit, something the Brit found rather annoying.

“Would you rather it get infected?” He snapped, making it easier for Alfred to let him do what was necessary out of fear of making him mad. 

There was a bit of silence between the two, sans their rough breathing, but it was eventually broken again by another noisy whine from Alfred’s stomach. His cheeks went red and he turned his head away from Arthur, knowing the Brit had to have heard that one with how close he was to the organ.

“Are you hungry?” Arthur asked, his face just as flushed. Alfred didn’t respond out of guilt, but Arthur didn’t take it this time, and simply asked the question again with more force. 

“Yes.” The younger man finally answered, though quietly.

Arthur tied off the cloth, earning a whimper from Alfred. “Do you have something to eat?” The Brit asked rather hopefully. He didn’t have quite enough for both of them.

“No.” Of course. This kid was a lost cause. 

The terrible, terrible hunger in Arthur’s belly begged him to keep the food for himself. To send Alfred on his way. It was the survival of the fittest out here, and he felt so hollow, so painfully empty. But Alfred was so young, he couldn’t possibly make it far by himself. 

Arthur furrowed his brow, knowing he couldn’t keep anything to himself now that he had been found. He forked over both the meat and the bread, not even getting the chance to tell him to be sparing with their food before Alfred started scarfing everything down. Arthur hated watching him eat their only food with such greed and couldn’t help but scowl at him, not that Alfred was paying any sort of attention. It must have been a while since he had eaten as well.

Arthur rested against the wall, letting go of his choppy breath. They were both damned now, but at least they had company. 

In reality, Arthur didn’t mind feeling needed. This boy would surely die on his own, but Arthur refused to believe he was more trouble than he was worth.

~~

This one was super long, oops. It also doesn’t focus as much on their hunger as much as it does their relationship. Maybe I’ll change it so their hunger takes center stage. Hopefully you like it anyway <3

[cowbuttcrunchies]

Wig Tutorial: Creating a Double-Thick Wig

Wefting and De-wefting Techniques

Double-thick wigs are useful for all sorts of situations - they're especially great for spiking because extra fiber creates an extra-thick spike, but they are also useful for characters who simply have a ton of wild hair, such as Jasper or Jiraiya. Even wig brands renown for their thick hair can't hold a candle to a double-thick wig, especially when you double up on a wig style that was thick to start with.

Supply List

Two wigs

A wighead and stand

Pins

A seam-ripper or small pair of scissors

Duckbill or alligator clips

Tacky glue or a needle & thread

Keep reading below to learn how to make your own super thick wig!

Before we begin with the nitty gritty, we first need to learn about wefts! This little guy is the basic building block of any wig (with the exception of a full lace wig). A weft is made up of two parts - first is a strip of fabric or net (also confusingly referred to as a 'weft'), and second is the wig fiber itself, which is securely stitched down to the netting. Flip your wigcap inside out and you'll see that your wig is made up of many rows of wefts, usually running in the same direction. This is how fiber is attached to your wig. And unsurprisingly, the more wefts you have in your wig, the more fiber you have, and thus the thicker it gets!

Along those lines, a very common way to thicken up a wig is to simply add more wefts to your base wig. These wefts could come from a few places:

1) Purchase loose wig fiber and create your own wefts. This method certainly tends to be cheap, but can be a bit time consuming as you will need to sew all of that fiber to a strip of fabric or net.

2) Buy pre-made wefts. This is an easy route as the weft has already been made for you, but only a handful of wig suppliers offer wefts in matching colors.

3) Purchase a second wig and harvest the wefts. This is the option we will be going over today as it is the most accessible - you can always buy a second wig!   This option also has the added bonus of not requiring any weft trimming - because you bought two identical wigs, the harvested wefts will already be the same length as your base wig's wefts.

Go ahead and flip your 'harvest' wig inside out again and have a look. All of your wefts are stitched down to the solid cap or net of the wig, or they're stitched to the elastic that runs along the bottom of the wig. To free those delicious goodies, we need to rip them off of the cap while still keeping the weft itself in tact.

If you look closely at a weft, you'll see at least two rows of stitching. First is the stitching that sews the actual fiber to the net itself. This is not the stitching you want to pull!! Pulling this stitching out will cause the fiber to simply fall out, which is probably not the look you're going for. Instead we want to remove the second line of stitching, which sews the fiber weft to the wig cap itself.

Let's get started:

Part 1: De-Wefting Your Harvest Wig

1) Prep your harvest wig by either placing it on a wighead or just holding it in your lap. Personally I like to use a wighead because it makes it easy to clip the hair away and keep long hair from tangling, but this is just personal preference.

2) Use a duckbill clip or two to clip away the hair on either side of your weft.

3) Now that your weft is exposed and easily visible, insert your seamripper between the weft and the net. Rip the stitches out.

NOTE: Why insert the seamripper like this instead of just ripping the stitching on top of the weft? This is an easy way to be sure that you are pulling out the RIGHT line of stitching - the one that connects the weft to the cap. If you pluck out the topstitching, you run the risk of accidentally pulling the stitching line that sews the fiber to the weft itself.

4) Begin pulling the weft away and ripping additional stitches until you reach the end of the weft and can remove it from the cap.

Congratulations! You have a shiny new weft to play with! Continue to repeat this process to remove additional wefts from the wig's cap.

5) Once all of the wefts near the wig's crown are removed, you'll reach the bottom half of the wig. These wefts are not sewn down to netting, but instead are attached to several elastic bands. The great news here is that these are even easier to remove as there is not as much stitching! Just insert your seamripper as before, and pluck out those few lines of stitching holding the weft to your elastic.

After some time, you'll find yourself with an entire wig's worth of wefts. If your wig is a layered style or if the top is shorter than the bottom, try to keep this in a vague sort of order so that you can add them into your base wig in roughly the order you pulled them from. This will save you from accidentally adding a short weft to a spot that calls for a long weft.

Bonus questions:

Q: I hate seamripping. Can I just use scissors to cut the wigcap on either side of the weft?

A: Sure! Just be sure to trim that netting down, as otherwise you might end up with a very fat weft that is more difficult to glue down.

Q: I ripped my weft into two by accident! What do I do!

A: Don't panic! This is really not a big deal and odds are that you will do this a few times while de-wefting. Just keep the two pieces together for when you add them into your base wig, and sew/glue them in side by side.

Part 2: Wefting Into Your Base Wig

With our huge stash of wefts ready to go, it's time to begin adding them to your base wig. As a general rule of thumb, to create a double-thick wig, you want to add every new harvested weft between two existing base wefts. This evenly distributes your fiber throughout the wig. However if you want an even thicker wig you can add more wefts, or if you just want extra hair in one spot, just add wefts to that area! It's really up to you!

1) Prep your base wig by placing it on a wig head. Stretch your wig over the head and securely pin it at the front, base, and ears. Stretch the elastic on the lower sides and pin them down so that they remain stretched. This is an important step that you do not want to skip - remember that most wig heads are smaller than human heads. Because we are sewing or gluing down material, you do not want to accidentally 'shrink' your wig by sewing these wefts in too tightly.

2) Begin at the base of your wig. Use your duckbill or alligator clips to clip away the hair above the bottom most weft, exposing both that base weft and the empty netting right above it where we will add our harvested weft.

3) Add a thin line of tacky glue to your harvested weft. I like tacky glue because it's easy to wipe out of wig fiber if you make a mistake and I hate handsewing with a passion.

4) Place your weft against the base wig netting and push several straight pins into the weft, spacing them out every 1 - .5 inches or so. These pins will keep the weft pressed into the net as the glue dries, so do not remove the pins for several hours.

Alternative sewing-friendly option:

Place your weft against the base wig netting. Using a sewing needle or curved needle, stitch your weft into the wig net, sewing along the entire weft.  I personally use glue because I am terrible at hand stitching. However the down side here is that it takes quite a while to dry, and while fairly secure unless you yank on the hair, is not as secure as handstitching. Pick whichever method you prefer!!

5) Remove your duckbill clip and fold down the base wig weft that is right above the harvested weft that you added. Re-clip the hair away, exposing that new base weft and the netting space just above it. Add another weft by repeating steps 3 and 4.

6) Once you reach the elastic portion of the wig, you will need to stitch or glue you weft only to each elastic.  If using glue, you may find it easier to dab the glue directly onto the elastic before pinning the weft into place.

7) Continue re-clipping and adding new wefts every other row, working your way up toward the crown until you have added all of your wefts.

You should now have a noticeably thicker wig with TONS of fiber! This is my favorite way to prep for spiking because the hair is so thick it often wants to stand up on its own.

Bonus questions:

Q: Can I hot glue my wefts in?

A: Sure. I have done this when I'm in a rush, but bear in mind that strings of hot glue in wigs are no fun - it is pretty hard to stay 100% clean when putting a hot glue nozzle this close to a wig. Also I do not recommend hot gluing to the elastic half of the wig because you will compromise the stretch.

Q: My weft is longer than my wigcap, even when the elastic is stretched. How should I attach it?

A: This could happen if your cap is not stretched to its fullest, or if you are adding a weft from a different part of the harvested wig. It is best if you don't shorten or cut the weft, as you may accidently shrink the cap. Instead make sure that either end of the weft is attached to the edge of the cap, and distribute the weft's excess between each of the elastic straps.