#crochet fern

[comfortabletextiles]

BLISS!?? YOU NEED THAT! I KNOW THAT YOU DO! @callmebliss

Fern Shawl Pattern // Hailey Bailey

[theenbyroiderer]

Some more ferns for my current moss wall project.

[crochewithcat]

The crochet spell

[toxxicjuice]

i made the grass version of my finn beanie

[disabled-dinos]

once again shocked by my disability disabling me

[sstardust4ever]

FERN SWORD! @ fruitydaycrochet for this pattern & more!!!

[watercolourferns]

MY MUM CROCHETTED A LIL GHOSTFACE AMIGURUMI!!!!

I can't omg omg omg omg!!!! SO CUUUUUUUUUTE!!!

[box-of-chaooos]

Fern hat! real comfy too

[grims-sunshine]

I love how I just ordered yarn that would perfectly fit Astarion's skin tone so I can crochet him and literally one day later I'm hit square in the face by Gale so now I really wanna make him instead

[theenbyroiderer]

Mossy progress pics.

[outerhills]

introducing earthy/spiritual!pogue reader

(side note: all my readers are black unless specified otherwise)

the calm, soft, and positive energy of the pogues. the reasonable one.

of course she'll still tell it like it is...not before writing down how she feels first and then expressing it positively though.

the over-thinker who confides in her grey cat, surfs to release tension, and sages her home after every adventure.

constantly adorns crochet clothing, earth tones, tube tops, bathing suits, the smallest of micro shorts, sometimes sandals, or sneakers, or no shoes at all. makes her own jewelry (like waist-beads, anklets, necklaces, bracelets, everything), and has the best of skincare that keeps her smelling of vanilla and fresh island waters.

and as opposite as they are, she loves jj's presence. they balance each other. when he's all over the place, she grounds him and gives him the peace he needs, even if its only for a second.

when he's with her, not a problem crosses his mind. the herbal smells of her small home, hibiscus, ferns and cacti adorning every corner, and the sunlight often beaming through the window.

"y'know, you really need to release all that negative energy, i already cleansed the home today with all them kooks runnin round'," she'd joke, to which jj smirks and replies, "and how'd you plan on helping me release?," being met with a slap on the arm, and a forehead kiss.

he's always at her home, sitting on her sofa as she'd journal or stock her small fridge with all the natural juices or whatever healthy shit she was into at the moment.

and it's not like she'd never join him and the other pogues in their plans, but she made it clear she'd never compromise her own sanity for whatever plan they had cooked up.

[kzlatkova]

I love you in the coffee circles on the inside of my books.  

I love you in the ripping of my socks, worn-out by the inside of your shoes.  

I love you in the clumsy dances, between the fresh produce aisles and the dairy fridges.  

I love you in the restless turning, that rumples up my covers and steals away my sleep.  

I love you in the unrisen sourdoughs and burnt nut roasts, that will never see the light of Christmas day. 

I love you in how I look at the sky and only see your face.  

I love you in the overwatered fern that I had to throw away.  

I love you in the cat's tiny sweaters, which you stay up to crochet.  

I love you in the tickets for the first film we saw, from that indie fest we went to ten years ago.  

I love you in the sushi course you took to make it vegan specially for me. 

I love you in the scent of the wind, as the first spring blossoms open on the trees.  

I love you in the chewing gum wrappers you leave in the ashtray of my car.  

I love you in the way everything sings when you’re around.  

I love you in the way you linger at the door when I’m on teams.  

I love you in the way you cut my sandwiches, so nothing ever falls out.

I love you in the way you leave your things with me just so you can come back later, and we can share another kiss as you retreat again. 

I love you in the flavours of the earth, as the first summer rain hugs the ground.  

I love you in the way you do all the putting away because you know I hate it.  

I love you in the receipt for jet black dahlias you had made for my birthday five years ago. 

I love you in the way I can cook but you can do the dishes and take out the garbage.  

I love you in the way you too get my favourite ice cream on the hottest days, just in case I want some more.  

I love you in the way I say my name and hear your voice. 

I love you in the fiery petals of autumn, as they gently lay to rest beneath our feet.  

I love you in the way we still chase each other through gardens and orchards.  

I love you in the way songs come out at the top of your lungs, broken and joyful.  

I love you in the way you pick up bugs and move them to the leafiest branch nearby. 

I love you in the way sunflowers worship the sun.  

I love you in how even in the vastness you are never hopeless. 

I love you in the way I kiss your hand and feel it on my own. 

I love you in the way you laugh, and cry, and stay true beside your friends.  

I love you in the way you shimmy your shoulders when we have a nice meal.  

I love you in the way you make foam horns of our hair in the shower, and we giggle. 

I love you in the way you remind me to drink water. 

I love you in the blazing cold of winter, and as its frosty fingers pinch my cheeks.  

I love you in the way you keep my heart beating.  

I love you in the way your lashes graze my forehead when you hold me.

I love you in the way time stretches endlessly between us.  

I love you in the way you are my best friend and my lover, and in how even if we weren’t in love, we’d still be the forever kind of friends.  

I love you in the way you look at small children and smile at small animals.  

I love you in the way you choose me.  

I love you in the way you hold a fullness at your centre, and spread it around in the name of the universe.  

I love you in the way you crack up at my jokes, but swear I'm terribly annoying.  

I love you in the way you accept all the calls, and let me deal with the letters. 

I love you in the way you do the math, and I can have the moral arguments.  

I love you in the way you accept me after every change.  

I love you when you're angry that my phone is forever set on silent. 

I love you in the way you take me, tearing at the seams or calmly healing.  

I love you in the way we can love slow even when we have to live fast.

I love you in the way we can build forts and put up fairy lights.  

I love you in the blind faith you have for me, for us.  

I love you in the way we can skate in the park, and blow bubbles for kids that will never be our own.  

I love you in the way you place your fingers at my temple, before the migraine has even landed.  

I love you in the way you see my soul and make me the richest person in existence.  

I love you in the way you palm my face and mix your breath with mine.

I love you in the way you can share unbridled joy, anywhere, with complete and utter strangers. 

I love you in the way you bring me cups of tea when I’m tired, but still painting.  

I love you in the way your fingerprints remind me of the veins on roses.

I love you in the way your age lines wrinkle up as your mouth stretches in a grin. 

I love you in the way you brush back my white hairs, and don’t point out the ones growing in my eyebrows.  

I love you in the way you bring me pebbles or pinecones, whenever you go for a walk.  

I love you in the way you know to order me an orange soda even without asking.  

I love you in the way that every now and then we can share a smoke without remorse or judgement.  

I love you in the way you know to calm me down when my family upsets me.  

I love you in the way you let me listen to chitchat about your job, when I don’t like to speak of mine.  

I love you in the way you gave up alcohol and meat because you know I cannot take them.  

I love you in the way all my life is yours, and in the way I’m allowed to let you take it.  

And when you say, “I love you,” the reply is always, “I love you more.” 

More than you love me, more than I love the world, and even more than I love myself.  

This is how I love you.  

[stripedsoxfortwo]

Fern plush available on my Etsy ! 🍃

[smallpotatoknitwear]

Shamrock Sweater #1

I’ve done two shamrock (before you @ me, yes I know that technically these are four-leaf clovers, not shamrocks, but I don’t want to hear it) sweaters, and this was the first! I started it in February 2022 with the goal of finishing it for St. Patrick’s Day that year… and then abandoned it halfway put together for a full year 😅 I finally got around to finishing it the day before St. Patrick’s Day 2023, and wore it for the next three weeks straight, before it got too warm out for such a heavy sweater!

This sweater was made using this granny square pattern. I made 48 squares and blocked them, then connected them in two 2x4 panels for the front, one 5x4 panel for the back, and two 3x2 tubes for the sleeves, then seamed the sides, attached the sleeves, and seamed the top. The sleeves turned out a tad shorter than I had wanted, so I did five rows of crochet moss stitch to lengthen them before doing eight rows of 2x2 knit ribbing for the cuffs. Around the bottom, sides, and neck of the cardigan, I did five rows of crochet moss stitch. I used a US size I hook for all of the crocheting, and US size 8 knitting needles for the cuffs. The color pattern of the shamrocks is a checkerboard; half of the squares were made with the same green yarn I used for the joining, border, and cuffs, but unfortunately I lost the label of it, so I don’t know the brand or color name—however it is almost identical to Loops & Threads Impeccable in Moss, if you’re looking for something similar. The other squares were made with Loops & Threads Impeccable in Fern, Moss, and Forest. The white yarn is Vanilla Glaze by Caron O’Go Donuts. If you want to make a pattern similar to this, I would recommend gridding it out, because I had the wrong numbers of some of the secondary colors, so the one sleeve doesn’t match up with the pattern of the rest of the sweater.

[aromanticautiesworld]

I CAME BACK FOR MORE 😭

Finn and Fern x GN!Reader headcanons where the reader is a thief/robber and eventually they learn more about them and develop a crush on them (Could it be separate for each, same scenario but different brother if you get what im saying)

Finn could be like an enemies to lovers type of eal with finn thinking the reader is a little cute from the get go and feeling conflicted with hair feelings due to the reader's being a thief, eventually becoming friends and seeing different side of the reader (yk?? i feel like im yapping and not making sense 💀)

While for fern, the reader just feels bad for him because he can't do as well as being a hero and becomes friends with him, farm keeps it a secret from finn and they eventually become friends and see a different side (yappayapayappa) :)

Give em a cute hobby like a baking or crochet

SORRY IF THIS DOENST MAKE SENSE

AWH this feels like the plot of an ep of adventure time ……

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finn + fern/thief gn reader hcs

FINN

at firstyou guys do not like each other at all (ofc)

he gets in your way all the time. he gets calls about you from people across Ooo complaining about their missing stuff

(even ice king )

Finn is a good hero though. so he ignores that you’re kinda pretty

(he thinks he might have a type of crush at this point (people who could probably kill him if they wanted to))

so one day (abt a month into your spree)

you decide to steal from Finn’s house (not knowing that it was the fucking Guy who’d been stopping you this whole time)

and you almost get away with it (stealing his hat. it was his hat you chose to steal). almost

“YOU!! YOU’RE the one that’s been stealing from all those peeps!!”

you run escape him (again) but he stops you in front of the door.

“Put it back.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Put it back.”

“Nuh uh.”

you reach an impasse.

now at YOUR end, you reeeeally dont want to admit it but this guy is a little cute (a little. you refuse to go further) with the hair he has happening.

you do eventually put it back, faced with the prospect of staying in here any longer. glob

against any of your better judgement, you decide to stay

and investigate this weird guy

and against his better judgement, he lets you stay

now you’re both at this weird little hangout

(with your enemy)

and you tell him about you

for one, you steal for the rush. and out of habit

and for two, you crochet (this is probably why you steal so much yarn)

Finn traces his finger in circles on the ground.

“d’you think you could teach me how to crochet?”

“Pshh. You’re telling me you believed all that?”

“You were lying?”

“Nono, that was the truth. im jus’ messing with you.”

“Ok…”

“Seriously!”

“Ok!”

you smile at him.

“y’wanna meet tomorrow?”

he brushes a piece of his hair out of his face. “yeah.”

as for general hcs, i think you would start stealing things just to meet up with him

like you would think in all your time thieving you would have at least one phone

but no

you don’t enter through the door either

you will just break in. sometimes in the dead of night

Finn would dedicate himself to learning how to crochet (I wonder why. it couldn’t possibly be to impress someone)

FERN

so you first meet fern when he decides to answer the banana guard’s call and oh boy

this guy

he is not doing well at Heroing

like imagine a baby kitten. now imagine it sad

And you realize, wait a minute

This thing might not be worth it

so you check in on this poor guy. in the middle of your getaway

“dude, are you okay?”

his leg was stuck in a crack in the ground

“don’t pity me!!”

“I’m not! Just let me help you—”

“Well I’m supposed to be a hero. I shouldn’t get help from thieves.”

(he’s more telling that to himself than to you.)

You help him out anyways, of course.

He brings out his sword to your neck, you sigh and roll your eyes.

“Fine..”

You give him back what you stole

The sword is still there

You dump out all of the other objects you stole out of your bag

The sword is still there

You sigh again, taking off your shoes and gloves and shaking out the other other objects you stole.

He begins to collect them into his own bag, before asking you,

“Did I do good?”

“What?”

“Was I a good hero?”

“Oh, um. Well, anyone else (because I am extremely brave and unafraid) would probably be squealing out of fear so, yeah.”

He crosses his arms, looking down to the side.

“I don’t want people to be afraid of me…”

You step back, observing him.

“Why d’you even want to be a hero so badly?”

“Because—because….because I’m supposed to be.”

Your expression softens.

“How about I be a bad influence on you, and you take a break from heroing for a bit?”

“How?”

“Y’ever learn how to crochet?”

[watercolourferns]

So I've been crocheting...

I've underatken the task of making a clown, because apparently brain has soaked into clowncore (even though I don't understand exactly what it is) and making a ruff isn't enough... send help?