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Burning in the winter wind

changbin x reader. (fake) enemies to lovers. hurt/comfort but it’s a light fluffy read!! college!au. lowkey romcom vibes (i tried 😭) wc: 4.4k)

summary : Sustaining an ankle injury during a ski retreat isn't fun. Especially when Seo Changbin volunteers to stay back to tend to you- the one man you can never get a read on.

a.n: sahar finally writing a fic that doesn’t take an emotional turn… we cheered!!!!!!!!!!!!! my 3rd fic for the winter falls collab with my writer :,) if u haven’t checked out xi’s fics yet what are u waiting for!!!!! please enjoy reading, i hope you’ll like this one too <3 i love you muah

“Are you okay?”

It is quite difficult to roll your eyes when your face is pressed against the snow, you’ve found, so much so you're sure you’re breathing in dainty snowflakes rather than the intended oxygen. 

A dull pain emanates from your right ankle, the very one you just twisted while attempting to ski down a sled, making you plummet head-first into the hard ground. Despite how soft snow looks as it blankets the earth in a pristine white, it is quite incapable of cradling your fall. Instead, its snowflakes seem to liquefy, filtrating through your clothes and making a biting cold cascade down your spine. 

Clearly, you are far from okay; hence, your eyes roll in a silent protest at the stranger’s questioning, though they cannot see you. If you further bury your head in the snow and do not move, would they think you are a collective hallucination and spare you the embarrassment of helping you?

“Um, should we call an ambulance?” 

Clearly not. 

“I'm peachy!” you throw a thumbs-up in the air, not bothering to lift your face off of the ground, you’re sure that by now the blank canvas beneath you has reluctantly molded itself to the contours of your face. 

Much prettier than a snowman, you’d personally argue. 

“Are you sure?” the tentative voice quips up again and you suddenly feel bad for ignoring this passerby, now stuck comforting an odd person whose limbs are not adequately crafted for skiing.

“Yeah,” you finally turn around, realizing that the pain in your ankle will not disappear, even if you choose to ignore it. “Just resting, on the snow. The view is nice from here, you know.”

The stranger backs away subtly at your words, and you chuckle inwardly. 

“I got it.” Someone else speaks from your left and their voice carries a familiarity that drapes an uncomfortable weight atop your lungs. You pivot your head incredibly slowly, locking eyes with none other than Changbin. 

You scoff outwardly. 

“Need help?” he asks, hovering above you like a shadow. 

Changbin was once your partner in a lab chemistry project, he is also the one person you now avoid most in college. 

So, you do what any sensible person would in your place— you turn away, once again pressing your face into the comforting oblivion of the snow.

“I… can still see you.” His words linger, hesitating in the crisp winter wind, and you respond with a (now more effortless) roll of your eyes.

“I know.”

“Then, what are you doing?”

“If I pretend you are not here long enough, will you finally tire and leave me alone?”

“No.”

“Fine,” you huff, turning back once more. You summon the resolve to finally push your torso up from the pits of your embarrassment, before glancing down at your ankle, only to find that it has doubled in size. An angry scream bubbles up in your throat, but you will yourself to tame the fire within— if you think slightly more about your situation, you’d burst into tears right here and then.

“That needs to be treated,” Changbin states simply, his eyes also locked on your injury. You shut your eyes closed, forcing a deep breath to travel through your lungs. The oxygen you just inhaled seems only to fuel your anger more. 

“I actually think it’s fine,” you put on the brightest smile on your face, yet your eyes refuse to follow the movement of your lips, making you look like a catatonic doll. You hope that’s enough to make Changbin go away. 

“Who are you lying to?” he cocks an eyebrow at you.

You’re wrong. Again. 

His self-assured tone further aggravates you, so you will yourself to stand up, wincing as soon as your right foot touches the floor. You bite your lip hard enough to draw out blood, the metallic taste of it coating your tongue uncomfortably. 

“See, I can stand!” you say cheerfully and he crosses his arms before his chest, clearly unimpressed. “Try walking.”

“I actually wanna stay here.”

“Still as stubborn, I see,” he sighs, before bending his knees slightly. Next thing you know, you’re scooped up in his arms, your hands wrapping around his neck instantly. 

“What are you doing?” you ask incredulously, eyes darting furiously over his face. 

“Carrying you to the infirmary.”

“I can see that,” you say between your teeth. “I said I'm fine.”

“You clearly aren’t.”

“What are you? an ankle expert?” 

“When your parents own the ski resort you kind of become one,” his eyes meet yours once, still as emotionless as they’ve always been when they gaze at you. 

“Do your parents own this?” you clear your throat, surprise overtaking your tone. 

“Yeah.”

“Can you tell them to upgrade my room to a suit, then?” you bat your eyelashes at him, your smile as sweet as saccharin. 

“You literally buried your head in the snow two minutes ago because you wanted me gone.”

“Exactly,” you nod vigorously, “that was two minutes ago, I am a changed person now.”

“Yeah?” he smirks slightly, the corners of his mouth almost tugging upwards. “What changed?”

You shrug as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I didn't know your parents owned the resort.”

☃︎⋆꙳•❅

“It's not broken, thankfully, just sprained. You need to ice it, and not put any pressure on it. Keep your leg elevated at all times, and avoid walking at all costs.” Maria’s voice reaches your ears in waves, the pain in your ankle making it harder to grasp what she’s instructing you to do. Still, you easily understand that all your winter break plans are now officially ruined. 

“But I wanna ski,” you pout at the fifty-something nurse who smiles sympathetically at you, handing you a cooling balm. 

“You shouldn’t have fallen then.” Changbin deadpans before she can reply and your right eye squints in annoyance. Maria catches it and winks at you. 

“You shouldn’t have fallen then,” you mimic, voice high-pitched. He simply shakes his head, a ghost of a smile appearing for a second on his lips, before disappearing promptly. 

“Thank you, Maria,” he bows slightly, his voice sounding kinder when it speaks to everyone but you. 

“Welcome, baby,” she squishes his cheeks before patting them gently, and you stifle a giggle at the blush sprouting on his face. 

Maria leaves the room, stating that she has another patient to check up on. Your eyes remain downcast, glaring at your ankle as if it’ll scare your body back to health. 

“You'll burn a hole into your skin at this rate,” he comments, his hand suddenly appearing in your line of view. You sigh in defeat before reaching for his hand, intertwining fingers as he aids you in rising. His arm becomes a secure anchor around your waist as he guides you toward the elevator. There, he inputs a code on a small panel before pressing button 44.

“That's not where my chamber’s at.”

“I know, I had them move your stuff to the penthouse,” he explains simply as your heart skips a traitorous beat. 

“Actually? I was just kidding; I don't want an upgraded room.” 

“I wanted to,” his eyes locked on yours, a myriad of stars seemingly swimming in his pupils. “It has easier access for you since it opens up directly in the room.” 

“I'll pay you back. How much is the difference?” 

He leans in, whispering a six-figure number in your ear and you feel your knees buckle underneath you. 

“That much?” your face pales and he nods. “You still want to pay me back?” 

A nervous chuckle leaves you as you lock eyes with the camera in the elevator, “thank you Mrs. Seo for the gift,” you bow down to the best of your capacity. “Thank you, Mr. Seo.” 

The penthouse is much more spacious than your previous room, vast windows framing breathtaking vistas of pristine mountains. The sound of a crackling fireplace tames the fire within you, morphing it into a harmless ember rather than scorching flames, soothing your soul. A chandelier right above the bed casts a warm glow on the room, that softens your heart and makes you less resentful towards the snow.

“Here,” he sits you down on the edge of the bed, before heading to the mini-fridge across from the room. He takes out a packet of ice before promptly kneeling in front of you. 

“It'll be a little cold,” he reassures before placing the ice on your wound. the sarcastic retort you had withers at the tip of your tongue, like a candle flame blown away by a gentle breeze; because Changbin is being gentle to you right now. his eyebrows scrunching as he makes sure not to hurt you even more, his fingers encircling just above your ankle to hold you in place. Clad in his black hoodie and joggers, the tenderness of his touch is an echo of softness from days long past. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, hoping your voice would get lost in the crinkling of the wood. It doesn’t, as Changbin looks up at you, pausing his movements. “For helping me,” you add, “you didn’t have to do it.”

“It's okay. You’re not a stranger, so…” he trails off, as a buried bitterness floods your throat, akin to downing a shot of acid. You withdraw your ankle from his hold, taking the ice packet from him.

“You can go, I got it,” you smile, yet your eyes flee away from him, refusing to catch his gaze, refusing to peer into that same void that once lured you in.

“Fine. I'll come check on you later.” 

As Changbin swiftly exits the penthouse, you sink into the mattress, hands pressed against your forehead, squeezing tight. to Seo Changbin, you were not a stranger. To you, he might have been everything, once.

☃︎⋆꙳•❅ 

You first met Changbin on the stage of your nationwide rap contest, held within the confines of your campus. 

You did not know he was, but you were instantly captivated by his incendiary stage presence, and so was everyone around you, gleaming eyes turned unanimously toward him, the air ablaze with loud cheers erupting like a bubbling volcano. The question at the tip of your tongue was a natural one— “Who the fuck is this gorgeous man?”

It was as though he had sensed your inquiry, because soon after he concluded his rap with a boastful line— “They call me,” a pause, his eyes meeting yours, “Seo Changbin,” he finished, a subtle smirk painted on his lips, as if he knew that his name would become a golden trademark, one that the music world would remember for generations to come. 

His gaze lingered on you, but you did not shy away from it, you’ve never been one to run away from the things you want. Instead, you smiled at him, a toothy grin that left your cheeks slightly aching afterward.

He did not return the gesture fully, but the corners of his lips did tug upwards, as he dipped his head slightly forward in thanks. 

Cute. 

You stayed back long enough to witness Changbin accept his well-deserved first place award, clad in his gray joggers, a snug black tank top, and atop it a deconstructed hoodie boasting enticing holes on the side, giving you a generous view of his sculpted muscles. His silver chains glimmered under the resounding flashes, and you felt a surge of pride at this stranger basking in the spotlight. 

Your smile only grew wider as Chan and Jisung ran to him, encircling him in his arms and shaking him with palpable happiness. Thunderous cheers erupted, a chorus of voices chanting 'Seo Changbin' at the top of their lungs.

His name will stay with you long after that.

“So, is he single?” you inquired casually a few days later in the university cafeteria, three cups of iced americano placed before you, Chan’s extra sweetened. The latter looked up from his phone, eyes slightly widening, before leaning in.

“You like Changbin?” he asked incredulously and you squint your eyes, moving even closer to him. 

“Why? Shouldn’t I?”

“I'm just surprised because you’ve never liked any of the guys I introduced you to.”

“Because they’re all douchebags who can’t keep up with me,” you declared, tossing your hair over your shoulder as Chan smiled amusedly.

“Hey! He introduced me to you,” Jisung chimed in from your left and you rolled your eyes, patting his shoulder reassuringly. “We’re better off as friends, Ji.” 

That was true, your first, and last date with Jisung, ended up with you ordering sushi and laughing at your Tinder matches at an empty parking lot. He's been one of your closest friends ever since.

“Are we?” Jisung made obnoxious kissing noises and you faked a gag, pinching his arm. Han retaliated by yelling so loudly the entirety of the cafeteria turned to look at you. Chan attempted to cover his face with his palm, a desolated look painted on his features.

“Anyways,” Jisung cleared his throat once he settled again, “he is single. But he’s not looking for anything right now.” 

“Maybe he just hasn’t looked at me yet.”

Fate seemed to be on your side because Changbin did look at you after that. Your professor Kim, an unwitting cupid, paired you with him for your chemistry project, and for the following month, you found yourself meeting Changbin every day in the college laboratory, to work on the synthesis and characterization of aspirin.

Changbin was different from anyone you’ve ever taken a liking to. He did not stir violent butterflies in your stomach, nor made your palms sweat endlessly from nerves. Instead, he infused a peculiar serenity within you, enough to make you eagerly count down the minutes until your next meeting.

Contrary to the fiery persona he unleashed on stage, Changbin exuded a calming aura that held you captive each time he drew near. It was impossible to divert your gaze from him, especially when his loose curls cascaded perfectly over his dark brown eyes, ones framed by thick-rimmed black glasses. His scent, a captivating blend of pinewood and spices, lingered like a second skin on your body, trailing after him and enveloping you in its embrace, long after he was gone.

He felt like a winter wind brushing against your skin—strong enough to be felt, yet cool enough to be craved by each one of your senses.

You sensed his gaze upon you as well, felt the subtle brush of his hand against your spine when he moved around you, unnecessary yet deliberate. How he brought you hot chocolate every time you met up to warm up your icy fingers. He was sweet and caring; in a way you’d only notice if you paid attention to the things said silently. 

Yet, he remained an enigma—warm on certain days, cold on others. It seemed as if he restrained himself from growing comfortable in your presence, as if you were a bad weed that’d spread through his roots if he dared approach you. Or maybe that was how he viewed himself— a delicate shell with a void inside, guarding itself against any perceived threat. 

Who was Changbin, truly? What did he like and dislike? Why did he withhold his smiles, stifle his laughter, and avert his eyes after just a fleeting glance at you? Why did he draw near only to retreat each time you attempted to get close? The questions swirled in your mind, creating a tapestry of curiosity that begged to be unraveled by his hands.

“Wanna come to karaoke with me and hang out tonight?” Chan asked a week after the end of your chemistry project. You hummed non-convincingly, nose buried in your newly purchased book. 

“Changbin might come too,” he sang-sung and you quickly perked up, much more interested in his plans now. He snorted at your reaction, and in response, you playfully flashed him your prettiest middle finger.

Chan's disbelief was right though. It was unusual of you to be so expectant of someone’s presence, for your gaze to flee to the door every two seconds awaiting their entrance. 

Despite your high hopes, Changbin did not come that night, and as much as you tried to have fun, a sense of disappointment tainted your mood. That, and the realization that he wasn't a mere crush, but something much more to you. The man you couldn’t get a read on was already coursing through your veins when you thought he had only stopped at the surface of your skin. 

Muttering a quick excuse about needing some fresh air, you left the karaoke booth, exhaling heavily, the warmth of your breath translating into silver gusts of air in the chilly night. As you descended the stairs, however, your ankle twisted on the slippery ice, and you found yourself falling, bottom-first, onto the unforgiving concrete.

An ugly sob caught in your throat as hot tears streaked down your cheeks, your palm now scraped and bloody from the impact of the fall, in a useless attempt to soften the blow.

“Let me see,” someone crouched in front of you, and you gasped softly as your eyes met Changbin's concerned gaze.

“Oh god, this is so embarrassing,” you admitted, clasping your eyes shut as he gently held your injured hand in his own, blowing air into the open cuts to soothe their burn.

“I didn't see anything,” he reassured, his tone overly sweet, and you squint your eyes at his obvious lies. “Definitely did not see you trip over nothing,” he added, a teasing smirk drawn on his lips.

“Hey!” you punched his arm playfully and he laughed, full-blown high-pitched giggles you did not think Changbin, out of everybody you knew, would be able to conjure. His eyes were squinted close, his apple cheeks raising higher as he laughed some more, and you felt an electrifying warmth flowing through your being. Suddenly, you were burning in the winter wind. 

Suddenly, you wanted to confess. 

“Did you just get possessed by a five-year-old girl?” you teased as his laughter quieted down, the smile refusing to leave his face, yet. His eyes softened as they found yours, a simple hum leaving his lips in reply. He applied some pressure on your ankle, checking if it is swollen, but that was the last thing you cared about. The sight of Changbin smiling so freely still running through your mind, again and again. You replayed it enough times since to make sure it was safely guarded in your memory, that the long march of time may not wear it down, graining its delicate edges. 

“You should smile more,” you said softly and he looked up at you, a twinkle of gratitude gleaming in his eyes. 

“Your ankle is fine. Stay here, okay? I have a first aid kit in my car.” He didn’t wait for you to reply as he jogged up to his vehicle, and you sighed, heart clenching at how affected you were by his simple touches.

“It will sting a little,” he spoke gently once he returned, before dabbing up your cut slightly with an alcohol-drenched pad. You hissed softly and he frowned, pausing in his tracks. “Okay?” 

“Mm,” you nodded, a small smile playing on your lips, “Okay.”

He continued cleaning your cuts, before applying a cooling cream on it and wrapping it in a clean gauze. He hesitated for a few seconds and your breath hitched as he leaned forward, placing the faintest kiss on your palm. 

“Healing kiss,” he said shyly, a blush blooming on his face and you giggled, bringing his hand to rest upon your cheek.

“I like you, Changbin,” you said truthfully, simply, even as your heart thudded in your chest. “Tell me, should I stop? I don't want to hurt myself.” 

“I…” he began, his words trailing off, interrupted by Chan walking out of the karaoke booth.

“What happened? Are you okay?” he asked, worry clearly dripping from his tone and you cursed inwardly. You loved Chan but you’ve never been more annoyed to see him. Your eyes flee tentatively to Changbin as Chan takes your hand in his, inspecting it. 

“Let's go inside, it’s freezing here,” Chan pulled you up and you nodded, as Changbin followed suit, before he stopped you by the door, his hand on your arm. “Come over tomorrow, please? We can talk then.” 

“Sure,” you smiled and he nodded, swiping his thumb soothingly along your wrist. “Thank you,” he whispered, before walking inside. 

☃︎⋆꙳•❅

The landline ringing snaps you away from that long-buried memory, as it disappears before your eyes like morning mist. You rub your forehead tiredly before answering.

“Hello?” 

“Hello, I would like to inform you that we'll be coming up with food service shortly,” the sweet receptionist announces in a cheery tone, and you furrow your brow.

“I did not order anything, though.”

“It is on the house. Enjoy your food!” she explains gleefully before hanging up.

On the house meaning it is Seo Changbin's treat. You couldn't help but scoff at the array of food presented before you minutes later, including that damned hot chocolate he always used to bring you, complete with marshmallows on top and colorful sprinkles because why settle for plain when you could have rainbows in your drink.

“He remembers,” ou whisper to yourself before sighing. What was the point of him remembering now? Every bit of hope you had was dismantled two months ago, akin to a hopeful dandelion blown away by the bitter wind. 

You bite your lip, contemplating for a few seconds before finally dialing Changbin’s number.

“The food will get cold. Come quickly. I won't wait for you,” you mumble before hanging up and tossing your phone away.

A few minutes later, Changbin enters your room, his cologne still following him like a second shadow. You avoid his eyes as you dig into the seafood pasta, the one he ordered for you.

“Good?” he asks, and you glance at him from the corner of your eye. "Yeah, good."

“Are you okay?” he inquires, taking a bite of the pepperoni pizza. 

You knew he was asking about your ankle, and yet, in this moment, sitting on the floor of the penthouse Changbin upgraded for you, eating the food he bought after tending to your injury, you suddenly no longer cared about the state of your body. Instead, an exasperation built up in your throat, directed towards the man who had left you hanging many nights ago. 

“You confuse me,” you say honestly, putting down your fork and he frowns. “I confuse you?” he repeats incredulously.

“Yes. You always confuse me and I hate it.” Sudden tears threaten to well in your eyes and you groan, burying your face in a pillow to hide it.

“I can't believe you are saying this,” he whispers, pushing away his plate and you scowl, lowering your silky shield. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You never came, y/n,” His voice, draped in heavy emotion, catches you off guard like a sudden storm in the calm of the night. “I waited and waited for you and you never came.”

“I came,” you say quietly, the hurt suddenly feeling fresh within the confines of your heart. “At the wrong time, maybe the right one, I don't know. But I came.”

“What?”

“I came to your dorm only to see you kissing a girl’s cheek and hugging her by your door. You told her you missed her and to come later once you sorted something out. Was I… What? supposed to enter and sit there to hear you reject me?” You say quickly, finally releasing the words that had long haunted you.

An incredulous laugh escapes his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, slightly pulling at its edges. “My god, that was my sister.”

“What?”

“She came over unannounced that morning. I actually told her she can't stay the night because I had someone important coming over. That someone being you,” he explains and you feel hot embarrassment flood your being, then relief. For what, exactly? Wasn’t it too late?

“How was I supposed to know?” you ask defensively and his eyes widen as he comes closer to you. 

“You could’ve asked me!”

“I was embarrassed because I put my heart bare to you. I told you I liked you when I wasn't even sure you liked me back.”

“Of course, I liked you back.” His voice softens as if it were a truth known to everyone but yourself.

“Then why were you so… distant.”

“Because you scared me, you came into my life unannounced and everything changed around me,” he pauses, a shaky breath escaping him. “Because I wasn’t looking for anything but it turns out I just didn’t know to look for you yet.”

You giggle against your will at his words, shaking your head slightly. “That's exactly what I told Chan when I asked if you were single.”

“See, soulmates,” he grins, satisfied, and you feel tingles pulsate through your entire being at his words.

“Slow down Mr. Seo. We are not even dating yet.”

“Yet? So, is there still a chance?”

“I…” your phone rings and you let out a loud groan as you peek at who's calling— Chan.

“You have the actual worst timing ever dude,” Changbin nearly screams into the phone and you can clearly hear Chan’s confused voice asking “Changbin? Where is yn?” 

Changbin hangs up on him without answering, before putting your phone on silent. Then his, for good measure.

“It's like he’s my archnemesis or something,” Changbin sighs and you laugh, amused by his exasperation. 

“So,” he clears his throat, a bit shyly, “can we start again? Properly?”

“I don't know… I need to see if something’s still there…” you muse and he cocks an eyebrow at you, leaning even closer. 

“And how will you do that?”

You throw your hands around his neck, before resting your cheek on the slate of his shoulders. He remains still for a few heartbeats, only to tighten his hold on you, his lips delicately grazing the exposed canvas of your neck.

“I knew it, you smell nice, and you are really warm,” you sigh contently, closing your eyes as a soothing peace wash over you, all the worries you harbored dissipating at his warmth.

“You smell really nice too,” he whispers and a grin lights up your face. 

“I can hear you smiling,” you point out, leaning away slightly to look at him. 

“I’m happy.”

“That's cute.”

“You’re cuter,” he says, nuzzling your nose with his own. “Your total for the food is 160 dollars by the way.”

“Can I pay back with my kisses?” you smile cheekily, bringing your lips a hair breadth away from his. 

He’s breathless as he finally presses his mouth on yours, “Please do.” 

[ink-flavored]

Anthology Blast Prompt 5: Reverse Shaping a Friendship

for the Tales from Athendrolyn Anthology Full prompt list for the Anthology Blast Tips are appreciated! Contains: passive-aggressive arguing, misunderstandings

It was a beautiful spring day in Athendrolyn. Parks blossomed with fresh leaves and bright flowers, the streets bustled with people, and a collective sigh of relief that the long winter had finally ended. Dhosseda took in the sights as she made her way down the sidewalk, an engraved blackthorn wood cane in one hand and a bulging purse under her opposite arm. It was a lovely day all around, and what better way to spend a lovely day than with her neighborhood?

In the distance, a Mid-Kingdom Elvish style building came into view. A dignified construction of polished wood, marble columns, stained glass, and an artfully slanted roof, it would have been a cathedral in nearly any other city. In Athendrolyn, the sign over the entrance—new, but styled to match the historic architecture—announced itself to all passersby as the Waterside Community Senior Center. Dhosseda turned down the street and through the entrance garden, a rainbow of plants greeting her on the way.

The enchanted doors slid open as she approached. A quaint reception desk sat in the center of a small lobby, but Dhosseda didn’t need to bother the volunteer behind it. She turned down the same hallway as always, and looked for the floor sign with “Weekly Knitting Circle” scrawled across it in big, looping chalk letters. It was the third room on the left, as usual, with its doors wide open to anyone who cared to join.

“Good morning, Miss Oakfall,” said the pleasantly soft voice of Fiadh, a young selkie with brown hair down to her lower back. She wore her velvety, spotted, sealskin coat as if winter had never ended, though that was no surprise.

“Please, dear, I’ve said it a hundred times,” she replied, waving a hand. “Call me Dhosseda—or you can even call me Eda, if you like.”

Fiadh took her cane when she offered it and held out her arm instead. “Sorry, Miss—Dhosseda. Old habits are hard to break.”

“You’re much too young to be saying that.”

“Am I?”

“Mark my words, Fiadh: when your hair goes as gray as my beard, you’ll remember this talk and guffaw until your heart gives out.”

She laughed gently. “I’ll take your word for it.” Fiadh lead her to the nearest low seat in the knitting circle, to accommodate her dwarvish stature. She set the cane against the wall. “Just call for me if you need anything, okay?”

“Thank you, dear, it’s a pleasure to see you as always.”

“Eda, is that you?” asked Vinthia, a blindfold secured tightly over her eyes. Her bullsnake hair twisted over and over itself, each snake flicking its tongue trying to sniff out the newcomer. Her hands worked at almost the same rate, knitting needles clicking burnt orange yarn into even rows.

“It most certainly is,” Dhosseda replied, opening her purse for her own project. “I didn’t mean to be late, but it was such a lovely day, I walked instead of taking the trolley.”

“It is pleasant today, isn’t it?” Crabapple agreed from across the circle, a stout dryad—closer to a shrub, really—with long, spindly branches tipped with springtime leaves.

“Hold onto your hats, everyone,” said Pimpernel, a halfling on their other side, “Ol’ Crabby has something positive to say for once.” The circle only laughed because it was true.

Crabapple brandished their crochet hook. “Don’t you start with me, or won’t bring my homemade jelly when my fruit starts to ripen.”

“A threat, indeed!”

Dhosseda chuckled into her beard, unfolding her latest blanket project onto her lap. There was nothing she’d rather do than be here among her neighbors. She’d gotten so used to the regulars, she almost felt like they’d known each other their whole lives. Vinthia, Crabapple, and Pimpernel, of course. Then there was Oloyra, an elf older than the building but didn’t look a day over six-hundred, Xilbeth, a minotaur with needles double the size of Dhosseda’s legs, and Tokea, the satyr who used yarn made of its own fleece. Yes, she truly couldn’t have asked for a better group of friends. The only problem she’d ever had at the knitting circle was—

“Good morning, Miss Meldrish,” Fiadh said. Dhosseda snapped up.

A brilliantly purple dragonfolk entered the room in a frilly, square-neckline dress. The wide sunhat on her head had holes poked in it for her horns. She had a wicker basket over her elbow, stuffed with colorful yarn and different sized needles. Her sharp teeth flashed while she spoke with Fiadh, the picture of polite innocence. Dhosseda felt her blood pressure rise.

Meldrish squeezed between chairs into the circle. “Excuse me, darlings, I hate to interrupt.”

“Don’t kid yourself,” Pimpernel said, scooting his seat over to let her pass. “All you’ve cut short is talk about the weather.”

“It is such a lovely day, isn’t it?” Meldrish had the gall to plop her scaly behind right next to Dhosseda, her tail slipping through the gap in the chair’s back. “I took a walk to get some sun on my scales.”

“That’s what Dhosseda said!”

“Oh, is that so?” Meldrish put her basket in her lap, and coolly turned her gaze. “How lovely, Dhosseda, we all need some fresh air from time to time.”

“Absolutely,” she agreed, smiling through gritted teeth. “It’s hard to imagine a better time for it than today, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Of course, I feel the same.” Meldrish plucked a pair of needles out of her basket. “But of course, I’d never miss a meeting. Not even for an entire hoard of scrap fabric.”

“As if you need another hoard,” Oloyra teased.

Everyone laughed again, and Dhosseda pretended to join them. She picked up her own needles and yarn. She would ignore Meldrish, and focus on her project. Nothing this woman said was going to send her ranting today. Not this time.

Dhosseda assessed her next row. She’d been working on this blanket for a few months now, and it was in its final stages now. Her choice to use an alternating zig-zag pattern in forest green, bright lime, white, and gray required stopping to switch colors fairly often, but it was nothing she hadn’t done before. For this blanket in particular, all the hardship in the world was worth it. She picked up where she’d left off with her dark green yarn.

“What are you working on this week, Vinthia?” she asked.

“Now that it’s getting warmer,” she replied, “I thought I’d try a light shawl for the beach.”

“That’s a great idea! I love the color you chose, it looks excellent with your hair.”

 The bullsnakes writhed in her direction. “I’m so glad you think so! I was worried it would be a bit too bold.”

“Nonsense, there’s no such thing as too bold. Especially not for you, dear, it suits you.”

She smoothed her hair back and the snakes tangled around her fingers. “Oh, enough about me. What are you working on, Eda?”

“The same blanket I brought last week, I’m finally getting to the end of it.”

“Well, just make sure not to start a new blanket before you’re done.”

Dhosseda chuckled knowingly. “Oh, believe me, I’ve thought about it. But I’m on a bit of a time crunch with this one.”

“How so?”

“I have to get it done in two months for my grandson’s graduation.” She paused, sitting up taller. “He’s on track to be at the top of his class in Thaumaturgic Engineering at Cragshield University, and I want to surprise him with this.”

“That’s wonderful!”

“I agree!” interrupted Meldrish, sticking her snout where Dhosseda certainly didn’t want it. “Congratulations to your family! One of my grandsons graduated with high honors from Cragshield last year. It’s such a rigorous school to succeed in, your grandson must be very astute indeed.”

“Thank you,” Dhosseda said, forcing the platitudes past her tongue. “And congratulations to yours as well.”

She scoffed, waving it off with her needles. “Oh, it’s old news now. He’s no engineer like yours, but he did land an office at Montagar & Powell Law this year, and we’re all very proud.”

Before Dhosseda could reply—spit a reply—Xilbeth chimed in. “My granddaughter did an internship at Montagar & Powell!”

“What a small world,” Meldrish said. “How did she like it there?”

They continued to chit-chat, but Dhosseda couldn’t hear them over her blood boiling in her ears. How dare this overgrown lizard “congratulate” her grandson, only to sweep him aside to brag about her own.How dare she try to dismiss his success by name-dropping one of the most prestigious law firms in the country!

“Eda…” Vinthia warned. Even the snakes were giving her wary looks. She huffed, but knew Vinthia was right. She should just focus on her own project, let Meldrish gloat to Xilbeth until he keeled over instead.

No such luck—Meldrish put a hand on her arm. “But where are my manners?” she chided herself, and Dhosseda almost rolled her eyes. “I meant to say that two of his clutchmates are at Cragshield as well, perhaps the three of our grandkids know each other?”

“I doubt it,” she said, before she could stop herself. “My grandson is quite studious, as I’m sure you assumed, and lately he’s been working very hard to polish up his Master’s thesis—it’s his second degree.” Dhosseda shrugged, trying to hint for her to get those obnoxious claws off. “So unless they both happen to be engineers, I don’t think they could possibly know each other.”

“Oh my, that’s impressive.” She sat back, nodding into her chest. “It does sound like he’d be too busy. Maybe they’ll meet up if he goes back for his doctorate? At least one of mine is going back for a Ph.D. in—”

“Unless it’s in engineering, I highly doubt they’ll ever see each other.”

“Ladies,” Tokea interrupted with a sigh. “Do you have to do this every time?”

“Yes, do you?” Vinthia agreed.

“Do what?” Meldrish asked, blinking around the circle. “Don’t tell me none of you ever talk about your grandchildren.”

Dhosseda felt her eye twitch. “I’d hate to cut this short, but I would like to focus on my project now. Dear.”

“It’s not a problem at all!”

Meldrish cheerfully went back to her basket and the project in her hands, knitting row after row of light blue yarn. Dhosseda almost snapped her needles in half.

“I think I might try a halter top next,” Vinthia said, overly loud. “What do you think, Eda?”

Dhosseda a calming breath. “I think that sounds lovely, darling.”

Despite her best efforts, Dhosseda spent the rest of the knitting circle fuming. Vinthia, the kind soul that she was, tried to keep her occupied in conversation, but it only went so far. Weeks upon weeks of bitterness bubbled to the surface and simmered at the top of her mind for hours. When everyone packed up to leave, Dhosseda was shocked there wasn’t steam pouring out of her ears.

She couldn’t even enjoy the walk home like she planned. She stomped down the street, striking her cane against the pavement, and sulked. Birds chirped, people watered flowers in their gardens, and Dhosseda scowled at her feet. A gorgeous spring afternoon—wasted by that foul woman’s obsession with herself!

Dhosseda reached the door to her condo complex and took the elevator down to the basement levels. She was still grumbling by the time she reached her door, not even comforted by the familiar confinement of stone walls and fairy light lamps.

“I’m back,” she announced on the way inside.

“Well, you don’t sound happy about it,” replied Turel, her husband and much calmer half.

She sighed harshly, kicking her shoes off in the foyer. “You’ll never guess why!”

“Was it Mel—”

“It was Meldrish again!”

Dhosseda stomped into the living room. Turel sat on his favorite lounge chair, short beard tucked into his chest while he fed treats to their phoenix, Nora. The fiery feathered bird perked up and cocked her head from where she perched on the arm of the chair. If Dhosseda had been in any other mood, she would have joined them quietly, but she just couldn’t wait to get the off her chest.

“I was talking to Vinthia about Reiroc’s graduation,” she ranted, “and this woman has the gall to interrupt and talk about how her grandson is a big, fancy lawyer at Montagar & Powell, and that two of his siblings are at Cragshield doing their fancy degrees—”

“Eda.”

“—and just happened to mention that they’ll be going back for doctorates when I said Reiroc was busy with his Master’s defense! Oh, and when I mentioned what a lovely day it was for a walk—”

“Eda.”

“—she told me that ‘we all could use some fresh air’ and I just know she was trying to insinuate something—”

Turel waved his arms in desperation. “Blessings and curses, Eda, slow down!”

Dhosseda broke off, huffing and puffing. Nora raised and lowered the crest on her head, chirping in alarm. Turel stroked the back of her neck.

“You’re going to make the old girl burst into flames at this rate,” he chided.

“Well, I won’t be far behind,” she replied, and slumped on the chair across from his. She set her cane against the side and put her head against her fist. “I swear on all the stone in the earth, if I have to talk to that woman one more time…”

“Why do you talk to her?”

“I don’t! She talks to me first!”

“So ignore it!” Turel hushed apologetically when Nora chirped again. “Honestly, Eda, you’ve never had a nice word to say about Meldrish, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you go out of your way to speak to her every week.”

“It’s not—I don’t start the conversations, but I can’t just let her have the last word.”

“Why not? What are you actually getting out of entertaining these talks?”

She didn’t know, honestly. Dhosseda hated how Meldrish clearly craved to be the center of attention. She couldn’t let anyone speak well about themselves or their family without trying to counter it with a brag of her own, something that would inevitably turn the group’s praise and ears toward her. There was an undercurrent of challenge to her every rebuke, daring someone else to steal the spotlight back. Dhosseda couldn’t stand Meldrish or her antics, but she hated to be dismissed even more. Not that their terse conversations ever made her feel any better, even on the few occasions she had “won.”

“Nothing,” she admitted, with a sigh. “My pride gets the better of me, I guess.”

Turel nodded, a smile on his face. “That’s the Eda I married, no question. But you’re going to make yourself sick with all this hate you bring home. Just try ignoring her next time.”

How? she wanted to ask. How could she possibly ignore it when her own achievements, her family’s achievements, her joy was constantly under scrutiny like that? When there was someone like Meldrish in the room, waiting to pounce on unsuspecting conversations? It took everything she had not to fly off the handle. How was she supposed to sit quietly?

Nora flew off Turel’s chair and landed on hers. She cooed, eyes pinning in interest. Dhosseda ran a hand down her long back and wings. She took a deep breath.

If she couldn’t ignore Meldrish for her own sake, then she’d do it for her husband, who deserved better than to hear her rant about this unpleasant woman every week. She’d do it for Nora, who stressed so terribly easily. If Meldrish needed to tear others down to lift herself up, that was her business. Dhosseda didn’t want any part of it—would choose not to take part in it. Besides, they were both too old for these childish games. She didn’t want to poison herself with anger, or ruin the time she spent with her neighbors by dreading a single person.

“I’ll do my best,” she agreed.

Her mind was made up. Next week, she would protect her peace.

Dhosseda “making herself sick” was supposed to be a figure of speech.

The day before the knitting circle she felt a bit groggy, but on the fateful morning of what was supposed to be her new beginning, she could barely get out of bed. As the last straggling cases of the winter flu popped up around the city, Dhosseda was, unfortunately, one of its victims. Instead of knitting, she spent that day—and several days afterward—feverish and coughing. It was bad enough that she tried to convince Turel to wax her beard clean off, but thankfully he didn’t.

He and Nora were constants at her bedside, the darlings, and Vinthia dropped by with a pot of soup. While she ate, the two of them got to talking about what she missed at the knitting circle, and Vinthia reported that, while everyone wished she could have been there, Meldrish seemed particularly unhappy. Dhosseda couldn’t help puzzling over that.

“I thought she hated me,” she remarked to Turel that night.

“It could be that you were the most fun to argue with,” he suggested. “Hold still, now.”

He rubbed his hands together and a cool blue spark jumped between his palms. A little ghostly familiar in the shape of a mouse ran down his arm. A spell burst from his fingertips, and the mouse disappeared as the welcome relief of chilly air washed over Dhosseda’s face.

“Thank you, dear,” she sighed, relaxing into her pillow. “I think the worst of it’s behind me.”

“Hope so.” He scooted under the blankets next to her. “After all, I think you’d lose your mind if you had to miss two weeks of knitting in a row.”

She laughed, but it was subdued by her unanswered questions. If all Meldrish really wanted was a good argument, couldn’t she get that from anybody? Maybe Dhosseda was the only one who fought back as fiercely, but wouldn’t that be a detriment to her need for attention? As she recovered, the more she thought it over, and the less it made sense.

Luckily, her illness had since subsided by the time the next knitting circle rolled around. She took a bit of medicine and used the trolley instead of walking, just to be safe, but she was upright and stir-crazy from sitting in one spot for days on end.

“Miss Dhosseda! “ Fiadh greeted, rushing to her side. “Vinthia told us you were sick last week, how are you feeling?”

“I’m moving a bit slower,” she admitted, “but glad not to be hacking up my own lungs anymore.”

“We’re all glad too. Here, come sit down.”

Dhosseda took her arm to the usual seat. Vinthia was already there at her side, talking to Tokea, and Meldrish sat on the other. But this week was the week—she would not be letting her mood be dictated by petty, childish contests. She took her project out of her purse.

“Dhosseda!” Meldrish gasped, and she braced herself, “I’m so sorry to hear you’ve been ill, what happened?”

“Just a little flu,” she replied. She got to work on her blanket, counting the rows. “I’m feeling much better now, thank you.”

“I’m so glad to hear it, I was lonely without you last week.”

Dhosseda did a double take. “Lonely? Wasn’t everyone else here?”

Meldrish waved a hand. “Oh, it just isn’t the same without you, darling.”

“Oh.” That was a surprise. “Thank you?”

“Of course! And if you’re ever ill again, if you ever need anything at all, just let me know.”

“I—I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, again.”

Meldrish went back to her project. Dhosseda went back to hers—or tried to.

It was as if the months of arguments had been an elaborate joke. Meldrish was unflappably kind the entire time. They had a genuine conversation about their pets when Dhosseda brought up how Nora stayed by the bed while she was sick, and Meldrish mentioned she had a dog, Dori. They… got along for the first time. Vinthia was surprised, too, Dhosseda could tell, but didn’t have an explanation for her.

By the end of the knitting circle, she still didn’t have one. Dhosseda took her time packing up her things, half on purpose, and half lost in thought. Was this supposed to be another way of getting attention? Had her brief illness knocked something loose in Meldrish that convinced her to be kinder? Was Dhosseda’s new mindset all it took to prepare her for a completely different experience? There was only one way she could find out.

“Meldrish,” she asked, once they were the final two leaving, “I hate to come across rude, but you seem different today.”

“Do I?” she asked, a hand to her chest. “I’m sorry if I came on too strong, I just missed our boasting session last week so terribly.”

Dhosseda blinked. “Boasting session?”

“Yes, is that not what dwarves call it? Our little verbal sparring matches, I love hearing about your grandson!”

A boasting session. Verbal sparring. This whole time, while Dhosseda thought she was being brushed aside, Meldrish had been trying to bond with her. She thought they were swapping stories, engaging in a friendly bragging competition. A flush of embarrassment ran through her, nearly as hot as her fever.

“It’s no trouble at all,” she quickly said. “How would you like to get tea somewhere this weekend, to make up for the meeting I missed?”

Meldrish clasped her claws together. “Oh, I’d love that! I know an excellent tea shop nearby, it’s called The Daughter’s Cup.”

“I can meet you there at two o’clock tomorrow.”

“Perfect!”

They said their goodbyes at the sidewalk and went their separate ways. Dhosseda thought about stopping by the library on her way home—apparently, she needed to learn a bit more about dragonfolk boasting culture.

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Taste of Strawberries, chap. 41

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming.

Author’s note: TRIGGER WARNING for mentions of suicide and life’s general awfulness à la young mentor Haymitch. So, yeah. This lil’ chapter is hella depressing.

Chapter 41

Piece by piece

June wouldn’t look at him – not once – as she tied balloons to a nearby tree. Floating ones of every color, just outside the cream colored party tent. The helium canister stood by her feet. A big cylinder thing, gray as stormy seas. If anything it looked like the bombs that a Capitol hovercraft might drop.

Course, he knew better than to blurt that out.

The party tent was anchored at every corner, accompanied by more of June’s floating balloons. Tethered to the ground and tied up with ribbons. The sidewalls had all been removed, leaving the waterproof ceiling above, just in case of rain.

The garden table was set up with the plump coffee pot and matching china. Pretty glasses with soft yellow napkins. Frog green plastic plates and sippy cups for the birthday kids along with a stack of gifts.

Sitting in a bucket of ice was a bottle of (obviously) alcohol-free apple cider and over by June’s apple tree: Effie’s picnic blanket spread out in the shade – just in case it didn’t rain.

 “You did it wonderful out here”, he told the blonde woman’s back. “Sincerely.”

Nothing. Not even a sour: “I didn’t do it for you.” If Annabel’s patience was wearing thin, he was one drunken stupor away from making June an enemy.

Not that he wasn’t used to it. Making enemies.

Her silence. Her body language. He knew it all too well. Used to get it all the time back home. Not so much anymore. Post-rebellion.

“Because you helped put an end to Snow. An end to the Games”, Effie said but that wasn’t it. He hadn’t redeemed himself. The supposed thawing of District 12 toward him was all due to the depressing fact that almost no one survived the fire bombings.

But in the glory days – the hateful glances, the cold shoulders, even confrontations was all part of his everyday life. Took only a few seasons.

For about a second after his Quell, him actually winning breathed a sense of hope into the district. Not only because of Parcel Day - those monthly food packages sent in the first year. It was the fact that Twelve finally, finally had a mentor now. A mentor clever enough to win one of the hardest Games in history. Surely it would make a difference? Surely!

Course, it didn’t take him long to prove them wrong and all that hope and optimism turned cold and bitter as a winter storm. It wasn’t just that they resented him for not doing enough. He was also their living breathing reminder of the Games. Past and future.

And as the dead children under his care accumulated he spent less and less time outside the house, unable to look at the young faces of towners and Seam kids alike, wondering which one was next.

That and their loved ones. Families, friends, sweethearts of the kids he failed to bring home. They shouldn’t have to endure his presence more than absolutely necessary. Not if he could help it.

Like the funerals. Few things on this Earth could compete with his hatred for the reaping but those god awful double funerals were definitely up there.

As the mentor, he was expected to attend. And he did, the first couple of years.

Dandruff wasn’t present of course. You didn’t escort dead children back. It was just him and a handful of mourners, carefully selected. All presided over by an armada of peacekeepers, armed to the teeth.

The Iron Maiden and later old Cray held a speech over the small-sized coffins but it was never really about the dead, or the living. More like … sitting round the table and now let’s all give thanks to our lord and savior president Snow.

You’d think there’d be flowers. White, perfume-reeking roses, reminding you of who ran this show. But of course not. Snow wouldn’t waste a single bloom on something as unimportant as a dead tribute. Not even the local wild rose that Katniss might encounter out in the woods.

The last funeral he ever went to was before she and Peeta were born. Effie must have still been a child.

Dandruff reaped a couple of Seam kids that year, just like she did most seasons. 15 year old Laurel and Douglas – just twelve. None of them made it past the bloodbath.

Their families weren’t to go near the coffins to say a final goodbye or put down a daisy. They were just an audience. A class of school children and like the dutiful crowd they kept their expected distance while the Head Peacekeeper ran their pathetic charade.

Lauren’s parents, her brothers and sisters all sobbed together. Silent ones so as not attract the attention of those rifles. Douglas’s mother seemed in chock. Her eyes stared at nothing, bone dry, while her husband - face sunken, a head shorter than her - cried for the both of them.

Haymitch kept his distance at the scene, like he always did. Out of respect for the families. Their pain. But his eyes had flitted to Douglas‘s father at one point and right in that moment Tucker looked at him.

The coal miner knew the mentor would be there. Or maybe not. The funerals were never aired. Not unless there was a special year, like the Quells. Either way he looked stunned, staggered. Like coming out of a dream.

And then, rage took its place. There was no other word for it. And he left his wife’s side. Elbowed himself right through the crowd. Haymitch knew what was coming. Could have deflected it. Easily. After his time in the arena he had reflexes like a wild rabbit. But he didn’t and Tucker struck him to the ground. His body had barely hit the dirt before the man was all over him.

Hand clenched into a fist he punched his face, over and over. Busted his lip up, his nose, his eyebrow – all the time hollering the same thing.

“Murderer! You murderer! Child-murderer!”

Tucker never got to finish the job. Later that same day, only hours after they buried their son, wails could be heard from the coal miner’s house. Peacekeepers arrived to learn the cause of the racket and found Tucker in the bedroom covered in blood, holding his dead wife’s body.

The realization that her only child was gone must have finally hit her. She’d cut her wrists open with her husband’s shaving knife.

The peacekeepers wanted to retrieve the body but Tucker, mad with grief, wouldn’t let them anywhere near Eliza. Teeth bared he fought their every attempt until they shot him.

Square in the chest.

That night, Haymitch got himself drunk for the first time. The Hob was closed but he found his way into the Seam, guided by whatever moonlight he could make out through his one good eye. Knocked on Ripper’s door. Asked for a bottle of white liquor.

The one-armed woman hesitated, reluctant to sell to someone still so young. But her gaze travelled across his bashed, beat up face. His eye swollen shut. The gashes, the crusts of blood, the red and purple bruises.

Finally she nodded.

The liquor burned just as much as he remembered – from that one time with the butcher’s. A beverage so vile no one with any sense left, or choice, would drink it willingly. But he powered it down.

Every drop.

Sip by sip, mouthful by mouthful – even when he gagged on it, even though he knew he’d puke himself into another nosebleed in just a matter of hours.

He did it anyway. To rid himself off their faces. Their voices. If just for a little while.

Laurel, dead. Douglas, dead. Eliza bleeding out in her husband’s arms. Tucker with a hole in his chest.

Murderer! You murderer! Child-murderer!

That was the last time he ever went to a funeral. They could put him in chains, throw him in a cell, flog him or just shoot him on sight like they did Tucker. He didn’t care.

And as time wore on, he spent less and less of it outside the Victor’s Village. He reckoned there’s where he’d do the least harm. He actively pushed people away, alienated himself from the rest of the community.

Stopped spending any real time with Sae and Hazelle and all the rest. Was rude and hurtful on purpose to keep people at a distance. Like Tessa when she arrived at his door step, wanting to treat his face with her soothing herbs and salves.

He shut her out. Shut them all out.

So they’d be safe.

He drew a deep soundless sigh. Stared at the tiny lady bug crawling up a purple ribbon.

He meant what he told June. And he wanted the twins to have all this. And yet ... the whole thing felt increasingly unreal. Presents, balloons, birthday cake.

Why did he get to be here celebrating his kids growing up when so many good, decent, innocent people were all just bones in the ground?

It wasn’t fair and he didn’t deserve it.

Any of it.

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Why Choose a Cotton Dohar for Your Bed?

When it comes to choosing the perfect bedding for a restful night’s sleep, comfort and breathability are key. A cotton dohar is a top choice for many people looking to enhance their bedroom’s comfort and style. Let’s explore why cotton dohars are the ideal addition to your bedding collection, whether you prefer a single bed dohar or a double bed dohar.

1. Unmatched Comfort and Softness

Cotton is renowned for its softness, and a cotton dohar provides the luxurious comfort you deserve after a long day. Unlike synthetic materials, cotton allows your skin to breathe, preventing overheating and offering a cozy yet airy feel. This makes it perfect for year-round use, whether in warm summers or chilly winters when layered with a dohar blanket.

2. Lightweight and Versatile

One of the standout features of cotton dohars is their lightweight design. Unlike heavy blankets, a dohar set adds just the right amount of warmth without feeling bulky. This makes it easy to store and handle, whether you need a single bed dohar for a compact space or a cotton double bed dohar for a larger mattress.

3. Hypoallergenic and Skin-Friendly

Cotton is a natural fiber that is gentle on sensitive skin. A cotton dohar is an excellent choice for families, especially for children or people with allergies. Its hypoallergenic properties help reduce the risk of irritation, ensuring a peaceful and itch-free sleep.

4. Stylish and Decorative

Today’s cotton dohars come in a wide range of colors, patterns, and designs, making them a stylish addition to your bedroom decor. A well-chosen cotton double bed dohar can act as a statement piece, adding elegance and vibrancy to your space. Similarly, matching a dohar set with your room’s color scheme can create a coordinated, cozy ambiance.

5. Easy Maintenance

Cotton dohars are known for their durability and ease of care. Most are machine washable, making them convenient for regular use. Unlike more delicate materials, a dohar blanket retains its softness and appearance even after multiple washes.

Choosing the Right Cotton Dohar

When selecting a cotton dohar, consider the size that best fits your bed. A single bed dohar is perfect for individual sleepers or smaller beds, while a cotton double bed dohar provides ample coverage for larger beds or shared sleeping arrangements.

Conclusion

Investing in a cotton dohar is a smart choice for anyone seeking comfort, style, and practicality. With its natural softness, breathability, and elegant design options, a cotton dohar enhances your sleep experience while adding charm to your bedroom. Whether you’re looking for a cozy single bed dohar or an expansive dohar set, you can’t go wrong with this timeless bedding essential.

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Winter Warmth: Extra Soft Double-Sided Fleece Quilted Blanket

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Crafted with two layers of ultra-soft fleece, this quilted blanket delivers exceptional warmth without feeling heavy. The double-sided design ensures consistent coziness, while the quilted stitching enhances durability and prevents shifting of the inner filling, maintaining an even distribution of warmth. Its lightweight yet insulating properties make it perfect for layering on a bed or using as a standalone blanket during crisp winter nights.

Available in a variety of colors and sizes, the blanket caters to diverse tastes and home decor styles. Whether draped over a couch for a stylish accent or spread across a bed for ultimate comfort, it adds a touch of elegance to any room. Its easy-care fabric resists fading and maintains softness after multiple washes, ensuring long-lasting use.

Designed for versatility and luxury, the Winter Quilt Extra Soft Double-Sided Fleece Quilted Blanket is perfect for snuggling up on chilly evenings, making it a thoughtful gift or a personal indulgence for winter comfort.

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Unpacking the Trends: What’s Hot in Bedding This Year, According to Sparsh Jaipur

Bedding trends are always changing, just like people's preferences. As we enter the new year, Sparsh Jaipur, a leading bedding brand, has identified key trends in the industry. From fabric choices to patterns, these trends are shaping how we design our bedrooms. Let's dive into what's hot in bedding this year.

The Rise of Cotton Bedding

Cotton remains the most popular bedding material. It is breathable, soft, and suitable for every season. This year, Jaipur bedsheets cotton is gaining more popularity for postural comfort. The lightweight and cooling properties of cotton make it ideal for a good night's sleep.

However, cotton bedsheets also come in many colours and patterns. The options let you personalize your bedroom in your style. The flexibility of cotton is the main reason why cotton is the leading bedding choice for 2024.

Bold and Beautiful Patterns

Bold patterns are a big trend for 2024. The solid colours are being abandoned in favour of vibrant prints. From geometric designs to florals, patterns breathe life into your bedding. Sparsh Jaipur's latest collections feature a mix of traditional and modern prints.

Additionally, floral prints are back in fashion. Such designs bring nature into your home. Be it large blooms or small flowers, floral prints add class to your bedroom.

Comfortable Quilts for Double Beds

Double-bed quilts are an essential requirement this season. They are an essential piece in every bedroom and bring warmth and style into a room. Not only do they give a warm feel, but they also add an aesthetic beauty to the room. Sparsh Jaipur offers a wide variety of double bed quilts in different colours and textures.

Therefore, the quilt trend is all about layering for comfort. Quilts with plush fillings will provide extra warmth during colder months. It's the perfect quilt to make a room look cosy while maintaining a stylish look.

Fitted Bedsheets for King Size Beds

Fitted king-size bedsheets are quite popular. They give a tidy and clean look and stay fitted well on the bed. More people are taking up fitted bedsheets for this year as they appear to be more practical and usable.

Furthermore, fitted sheets help eliminate the hassle of tucking in loose corners. They stay in place all night, ensuring a smooth sleeping surface. Moreover, these sheets are available in different materials like cotton and blends to suit your needs.

Simplicity with Single Bedsheet Cotton

For those with smaller beds, single bedsheet cotton is the perfect choice. This year, minimalism is the way forward with single-bed bedding. Soft cotton sheets in simple clean designs are perfect for a peaceful night's sleep.

Moreover, single bedsheets made of cotton are lightweight yet durable. Their breathable quality ensures comfort during all seasons. Whether you’re decorating a guest room or your child’s bed, a single bedsheet cotton offers both style and functionality.

Cotton Dohar Double Bed for All Seasons

The cotton dohar double bed is another trend that will feature in 2024. This light blanket is the best for year-round use. The cotton dohar ensures you get to stay warm through the night without overheating. Thus, it is great for those people living in places with changing temperatures.

The dohar is soft to the touch and breathable, making it a comfortable bedding choice. Its simple yet elegant design makes it easy to pair with various bed linens. Moreover, the dohar is versatile enough to be used in winter and summer.

Sustainable Bedding Choices

Many consumers are concerned with sustainability these days. People have become increasingly conscious of their purchases and the impact on the environment this year. Consequently, bedding companies, including Sparsh Jaipur, have increased their offerings in terms of more eco-friendly options.

Bedding with organic cotton is now getting very popular. Natural fibres like organic cotton are gentle on the skin and much more environmentally friendly. Buying sustainable bedding is a tiny but important step to bring eco-friendliness to your home.

Choosing Bedding for Comfort and Style

While trends are essential, comfort should always be the priority when choosing bedding. This year's bedding trends focus on both style and comfort. From soft cotton sheets to cosy quilts, the bedding options available today offer a perfect blend of function and fashion.

This year, bedding collections highlight easy maintenance. Moreover, products are often machine washable, so it's quite practical for daily use. The convenience is the one that allows you to have beautiful bedding without having complicated care instructions to bother with.

Conclusion

Bedding is all about comfort, style, and sustainability as we enter the new year. You can opt for Jaipur bed sheets cotton for a soft feel, double bed quilts for warmth, or fitted bed sheets king size for convenience. You may choose according to taste, but the important point is that you choose a bedding that will suit your lifestyle and complement the look of your bedroom.

Keeping up with these trends will help you have a cozy, stylish, and sustainable bedroom. The right bedding does not only change your bedroom but also your sleep quality. So, explore the latest trends and enjoy the comfort and luxury that comes with beautiful bedding this year.

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Sweet Home Collection 5 piece Comfortable Set Bag Solid Color All Seasons Soft Down Alternative Blanket & Luxurious Microfiber Bed Sheets, gray, Twin

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100% Double Brushed Microfiber

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OUTSTANDING 5 PIECE SET - Ready to update your bedroom decor? Get everything you need in one set! This soft and comfortable down alternative comforter set includes all you need to transform your bed into a home décor dream. In each pre-packaged set you will receive 1 all season brushed microfiber comforter, 1 fitted sheet, 1 flat sheet, and 2 pillowcases. Update your bedding with our Sweet Home Collection 5 Piece Bed in a Bag Comforter Set today!

PERFECT FOR ALL SEASONS - We want you to be comfortable all year 'round. Having to pull out the old and heavy down comforter for winter is a hassle. We bring you a comforter that was designed for use throughout the year. Stay warm in the winter and cool in the summer. Our breathable, double brushed microfiber was designed with you in mind. Be comfortable and bring some flair today with this beautiful 5 piece set.

LIE IN LUXURY – No more sleepless nights on uncomfortably itchy sheets! Sleep soundly on the softest microfiber sheets and down alternative comforter. They become softer with each wash and stay cool through the night. Be warned, though: You may never be an early bird again!

HOW WE SIZE UP - Our comforter comes in five sizes, Twin, Twin XL, Full, Queen, and King size. King dimensions are as follows: Comforter: 102" x 88", Fitted Sheet: 78" x 80", Flat Sheet: 102" x 105", 4 Pillowcases: 20" x 36" Each

STAY CLEANER, LONGER – Who has time to wash their comforter and sheets every few nights? When it’s time for a wash, machine wash cold, and tumble dry low.

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Price: [price_with_discount] (as of [price_update_date] - Details) [ad_1] BSB HOME Present Soft, cosy and light weight reversible comforter with 220 GSM hollow siliconized With 2 other Layered high quality microfiber cloth 100 percent microfibre shell for a rich, luxurious feel Machine stitched pattern to keep the filling in place for durability BSB HOME Comforters are designed to keep you warm and cozy. Perfect for usage during mild winters and in air conditioned rooms, these lightweight comforters are perfect for everyday use. Premium Microfiber Material: Crafted from high-quality microfiber fabric, the comforter is incredibly soft to the touch, providing a luxurious feel and enhancing your sleeping experience. Generous Size: Measuring 60x90 inches, the comforter is designed to perfectly fit a double bed, draping elegantly over the mattress and offering ample coverage for cozy nights. Versatile Use: Whether you use it as an AC comforter or a standalone blanket, it's designed to keep you cozy and comfortable year-round. Machine Washable: Easily clean this comforter by tossing it in the washing machine, making maintenance a breeze. Use a gentle cycle with mild detergent to preserve the quality and colors of the comforter. Do not use bleach or harsh chemicals, as they can damage the microfiber material. [ad_2]

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Real Basics unisex child fleece Track Suit

Price: (as of – Details) Top Brand Product Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 15 x 12 x 2.8 cm; 300 g Date First Available ‏ : ‎ 11 January 2023 Manufacturer ‏ : ‎ Paras Textiles, Paras Textiles,Tiruppur,7667277497 ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0BS48YKKR Item model number ‏ : ‎ RB-BS-Winter-03-GrnPan(029) Country of Origin ‏ : ‎ India Department ‏ : ‎ Unisex Baby Manufacturer ‏ : ‎ Paras Textiles, Paras…

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Sofa Throw Blanket: Comfort and Style in One

A sofa throw blanket is not just a simple piece of fabric; it’s the perfect way to bring warmth, comfort, and a touch of style to your living space. Whether you're looking to refresh your home décor or want something cozy for those chilly evenings, a throw blanket can be your best friend. Let’s dive into why these versatile pieces are a must-have for every home.

What is a Sofa Throw Blanket?

A sofa throw blanket is a lightweight, decorative blanket designed to be draped over your sofa, chair, or bed. Unlike heavy quilts or comforters, throw blankets are smaller, making them easy to handle and perfect for layering. They come in various colors, patterns, and materials, allowing you to pick one that matches your style and comfort preferences.

Why Do You Need a Sofa Throw Blanket?

1. Adds Comfort

There’s nothing like wrapping yourself in a soft blanket while watching your favorite show or enjoying a cup of coffee. A sofa throw adds an extra layer of coziness to your living room, making it inviting for you and your guests.

2. Enhances Home Décor

Throw blankets are a simple yet effective way to style your space. Drape one casually over the back of your sofa for a chic, relaxed look, or fold it neatly for a clean and organized vibe. Patterns like floral prints, stripes, or even block prints can act as statement pieces in an otherwise neutral room.

3. Perfect for All Seasons

Sofa throw blankets aren’t just for winter. Lightweight cotton or linen throws are great for summer evenings, while thicker wool or fleece options keep you warm during the colder months.

4. Multi-Purpose

Not limited to sofas, these blankets can be used as picnic mats, bed runners, or even shawls on particularly cold evenings. Their versatility makes them an essential household item.

Choosing the Right Sofa Throw Blanket

When selecting a sofa throw blanket, keep the following in mind:

Material

Cotton: Lightweight, breathable, and perfect for everyday use.

Wool: Warm and cozy, ideal for winter.

Fleece: Soft, lightweight, and budget-friendly.

Handwoven or Handcrafted Options: Sustainable and unique, these add a personal touch to your space.

Size

Ensure the blanket is large enough to cover your sofa or fit your intended use. A standard size (50x70 inches) works well for most sofas.

Design and Color

Pick a design that complements your existing décor. Neutral tones like beige, gray, or white are timeless, while bold colors and patterns can add personality to your room.

How to Care for Your Throw Blanket

To keep your sofa throw blanket looking fresh and new:

Wash it according to the care label (most can be machine-washed).

Use mild detergents to preserve the fabric quality.

Store it neatly folded in a dry place when not in use.

Final Thoughts

A sofa throw blanket is the perfect blend of style and practicality. It keeps you warm and cozy while doubling as a fashionable décor piece. Whether you choose a handmade block-printed throw for a touch of elegance or a soft fleece blanket for ultimate comfort, this little addition can transform your living space into a haven of warmth and charm.

So, why wait? Pick a sofa throw blanket today and add that extra touch of comfort and beauty to your home!

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Maximising Storage in a Small Double Divan Bed: Smart Tips and Tricks

In today’s fast-paced, space-conscious world, maximizing every inch of one’s living area is more essential than ever. For those who reside in compact spaces, like urban apartments or cozy cottages, finding effective storage solutions becomes a key aspect of maintaining both organization and aesthetic appeal. One of the most versatile solutions available is the small double divan bed. By blending comfort with practical storage, these beds have evolved beyond mere sleep surfaces; they’re now integral tools for an organized lifestyle. Here, we explore clever strategies to fully utilize the storage potential of a small double divan bed, offering insight into how you can transform your bedroom into a haven of organization.

1. Choose the Right Style: Divan Bed with Storage

The foundation of optimizing storage in a small double divan bed starts with choosing the right bed style. Divan beds with storage are crafted with built-in compartments, providing seamless under-bed space without compromising on design. Available in various configurations, these beds come with drawers or ottoman-style lift-up mechanisms, allowing easy access to hidden storage.

The drawer-style divan bed, for instance, incorporates multiple compartments on one or both sides of the bed. For those with limited space surrounding the bed, ottoman beds — where the entire mattress lifts to reveal ample storage beneath — are particularly advantageous. For a vast array of options, browse the divan beds UK collection to discover the best match for your unique needs.

2. Organize Storage by Category

Once the right style has been chosen, it’s essential to implement a strategy for the items you’ll store within the divan bed. Avoid the temptation to treat this space as a catch-all for random belongings. Instead, categorize items based on frequency of use, size, and purpose. For instance:

Seasonal Items: For those who live in climates with varied seasons, under-bed storage is ideal for items that are needed less frequently, such as winter coats, heavy blankets, or summer clothing.

Bedding and Linens: The drawers in a small double divan bed are perfect for storing extra linens, pillows, and duvet covers.

Bulky Items: For items like suitcases or winter boots, the spacious storage under the mattress can accommodate these bulky necessities without encroaching on your primary living space.

3. Utilize Storage Containers for Enhanced Organization

A powerful method to keep the space under a small double divan bed clutter-free is to use storage containers. Clear, stackable containers allow for easy visibility, ensuring that you’re not rummaging through piles to find what you need. Soft storage bags or zippered organizers are also excellent options, especially for clothing, linens, or delicate fabrics that you want to keep wrinkle-free.

For a more polished look, invest in storage boxes that complement the color scheme of your room or bed. These boxes not only elevate the aesthetic but also enable swift access to essentials. This organizational step aligns perfectly with the divan bed with storage concept by ensuring that every compartment serves a clear, distinct purpose.

4. Prioritize Accessibility

While maximizing storage space in a small double divan bed is beneficial, ease of access is equally important. Items used frequently should be placed in compartments that are easily accessible. Reserve deeper, more enclosed spaces for less commonly needed items.

In drawer-style divan beds, designate drawers closest to the bed’s outer edges for frequently used essentials like pajamas or extra throws. In contrast, the central or more hidden compartments can be assigned to items needed seasonally. With a lift-up ottoman-style divan bed, think about organizing items based on a frequency gradient, where commonly accessed items are positioned near the top.

5. Embrace Vacuum-Sealed Bags for Compact Storage

One of the best space-saving techniques for a small double divan bed is to employ vacuum-sealed storage bags. These bags shrink down bulky items, like blankets, winter coats, or extra bedding, making them easier to store in a compact area. By removing excess air, vacuum bags allow you to maximize the limited storage space available in a divan bed with storage.

Vacuum-sealed bags are particularly valuable for those who need to store large quantities of seasonal items. Once sealed, these bags can be easily stacked or positioned within the bed’s storage compartments without crowding the area. This strategy keeps everything orderly and makes it easier to retrieve items when needed.

6. Employ Drawer Dividers for Enhanced Neatness

In drawer-style divan beds, drawer dividers are an effective solution for keeping smaller items well-organized and easily accessible. Dividers help separate and categorize belongings, preventing them from becoming jumbled together. Drawer organizers can be tailored to fit the dimensions of your divan bed’s drawers, transforming them into mini storage hubs for various essentials.

Consider using dividers to create compartments for accessories like scarves, belts, or socks. This approach ensures each item has its own designated place, minimizing the time you spend looking for specific belongings. Visit the divan beds UK selection for a range of divan beds with multiple drawer configurations.

7. Label Storage Sections for Quick Access

Labeling is an often-overlooked strategy for effective storage, yet it’s remarkably useful, especially in a small double divan bed with numerous compartments. By labeling each section or container, you can quickly identify the contents without opening each drawer or bin. This is especially handy for items stored in deeper drawers or compartments that are less accessible.

Labeling can be as simple as handwritten tags or as elaborate as customized labels that match your room’s color palette. With this approach, your divan bed becomes an organized, functional extension of your bedroom decor, embodying both style and convenience.

8. Rotate Stored Items Seasonally

To make the most of the storage space in your small double divan bed, adopt a seasonal rotation system. By periodically changing the items stored within the bed’s compartments, you ensure that only currently needed items occupy this valuable space.

For instance, during colder months, you may want to store summer clothing, beach towels, and lightweight linens under the bed, freeing up more accessible storage areas for winter essentials. Conversely, in warmer months, rotate in winter coats and heavy blankets. This strategy allows you to keep your living area uncluttered while maintaining easy access to items relevant to the current season.

9. Keep the Space Free from Unnecessary Clutter

The storage space in a small double divan bed should be reserved for items that truly benefit from its discreet nature. Avoid turning this area into a catch-all for miscellaneous or seldom-used items. Instead, periodically evaluate the contents of your bed’s compartments and remove items that no longer serve a purpose or can be stored elsewhere.

Maintaining a clutter-free bed storage space also ensures that the bed remains easy to access and visually appealing. A divan bed with storage is an investment in both function and style, so keeping it organized will enhance the room’s overall ambiance and utility.

10. Take Advantage of Multi-Purpose Accessories

Finally, consider incorporating multi-functional accessories to maximize your storage setup. Foldable storage ottomans, for example, can serve as seating at the foot of the bed while doubling as additional storage for smaller items like books or throw pillows. Similarly, bedside tables with drawers can supplement the storage capacity of a small double divan bed, giving you even more options for keeping your essentials within reach.

Combining a small double divan bed with storage with other space-saving furniture transforms a bedroom into an efficient and elegant space. With multi-purpose furnishings, every corner of the room serves a clear purpose, contributing to an environment where space is maximized, and clutter is minimized.

A small double divan bed offers an unparalleled blend of comfort and practicality, making it an ideal choice for space-conscious bedrooms. By applying the above strategies, you can transform your divan bed into an organized, efficient storage solution that keeps your bedroom neat, spacious, and aesthetically pleasing. With the right approach, your bed becomes more than just a place to rest — it becomes an integral part of your storage strategy. Explore the comprehensive range of divan beds UK to find your perfect small double divan bed and begin your journey to a clutter-free bedroom today.

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Marla Wynne Grey Poncho Oversized Sweater size 2x.

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Laschel Blanket Double-Layer Thickened

The Laschel double-layer thickened winter blanket is the epitome of warmth and luxury, making it an ideal choice for those chilly winter nights. Crafted with meticulous attention to detail, this premium blanket combines functionality with a stylish design, making it a perfect addition to any home or a thoughtful wedding gift.

The double-layer construction ensures superior insulation, keeping you warm and cozy even during the coldest nights. The outer layer is crafted from soft, durable fabric that exudes elegance, while the inner layer is plush and snug, offering unparalleled comfort. Its generous size makes it suitable for use as a bedspread or a cover blanket for two, providing enough room for shared warmth.

Perfect for winter weddings, the Laschel blanket brings a touch of sophistication to the occasion. It’s not just a blanket; it’s a statement piece that symbolizes comfort and care. Available in a range of luxurious colors and patterns, it complements various decor styles and adds a warm, inviting ambiance to any space.

Whether as a gift or a personal indulgence, the Laschel double-layer thickened winter blanket ensures warmth, comfort, and a hint of luxury, making it a winter essential.

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Utopia Bedding Fleece Blanket Queen Size Grey 300GSM Luxury Bed Blanket Anti-Static Fuzzy Soft Blanket Microfiber(90x90 Inches)

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100% Polyester

300 GSM Flannel Fleece Blanket - Our elegantly designed, top-notch quality Flannel Fleece Blanket is available in Queen size measuring 90 by 90 inches; the attractive Grey color adds to its luxurious looks

Long Lasting - This extra warm blanket features two-sided pile and 1-inch hem along with double needle stitching, so it will stay with you for years to come

Keeps you Warm all Seasons - Our super-soft, plush microfiber blanket is perfect for use all year round. It has just the right weight to keep you warm and cozy, yet it’s light enough so you stay comfortable

Multi-Purpose - Throw this over your bed to enjoy a relaxing nap or your living room’s couch while watching your favorite TV show; it’s also your perfect partner for winter camping, backpacking or for use in an air-conditioned room

Easy Care - Machine washable and dryable for hassle-free care. Machine wash with cold water, tumble dry on low heat. Always wash fleece alone or with other fleece blankets to prevent abrasion; never use bleach

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this is my the progress i’ve got on a blanket that i started in summer 2023 so it’s been freaking MONTHS since i started it but also i keep putting it off so that’s probably why i haven’t finished it

my goal for this blanket was to have it done by winter so that i could have used it for the winter and like IF I HAD IT DONE IT WOULD HAVE BEEN USEFUL it was so fucking cold ugh

but whatever i’ll definitely have it done for winter this year instead 😭

this blanket was actually my first crochet project i ever started!! the photo doesn’t show it much but the beginning rows are janky and the edges are lopsided since i was still learning the ropes of crocheting!! so i’ve been crocheting for about 7 months now which like WOW that’s so crazy to think about haha

i ended up doing other smaller projects on the side because i felt like i wasn’t learning much while sticking to this blanket, mainly since this blanket is just rows upon rows of HDC (American terms)

let me tell you guys i thought i was so creative when i started this project and i knew nothing about any of the stitches so i just did something random which turned out to be a HDC but i didn’t know that so i was like “wow i totally came up with something new!” NOPE

but i’m glad i didn’t spend a bunch of time grinding to get this blanket done because when i started trying other stitches and learning stuff like granny squares and magic rings and all that i was SO LOST i was like what the fuck is this and i almost just quit

when i started crocheting in the summer i thought it would be one of those things that i try and don’t do again for a long time and im pleasantly surprised to say that i haven’t dropped it yet! i love picking up new hobbies such as jewelry making and cross-stitching and just creative stuff in general but i only ever do it for a month and then forget about it for a while

don’t get me wrong it’s not like i drop all my other hobbies but i just don’t remember to put time into them, and for crocheting i’d leave it for like a week or two but id end up coming back to it ahah

at this point it’ll be hard to drop or forget about because of the insane amount of yarn i bought, i had to put drawers and stuff in my room to keep all of the stuff organized and not all over my floor lmao

back to the blanket, i have a 5mm crochet hook sitting at the bottom for size reference, the width is a bit longer than my height (5’5”) and in my original plan i wanted to make it double my height length wise but that is definitely NOT happening

it’s about 3’ right now and it’s already heavy and chunky when i fold it all up and i already have no room for it so i’m only going to make it long enough to cover my mattress (which is like 1’ taller than me)

the yarn i’m using is the ombré red heart super saver yarn and it feels really nice and soft! and also a 5mm hook as mentioned before

i’m gonna try and just invest all my crochet time in this blanket instead of my other projects so i can maybe use it before the cold is completely gone 😭 this is my first time posting anything about crochet stuff and i’ll definitely be posting more in the future and showing the completed blanket whenever i finish it lol but anyway!!! that’s my blanket :)