#my sewing thingies

[inkydoc]

finished a sewing project! trashpanda pillow came in a little brown paper bag with some fabric, thread, patterns and instructions, and i had a blast bringing him to life :3 had a little hickup because i couldn't get the provided thread through the felt, but that only meant i got to use the sewing machine which was the goal anyway :D also i'm happy to report that i learnt how to do a ladder stitch so yea, now i can finish up edges without it showing :D

sadly i forgot to add a braincell so uh... yea... not a single thought behind those eyes XD

[bugofmanynames]

I GOT THE HAT IN THE MAIL WOO

[activatebutterflyshield]

Deer in the Headlights, angel of roadkill, teacher of basic road safety, reaper of countless millions of lives cut short on asphalt, and somehow my first design to do the classic ‘eyeballs on the hands’ thing.

[bearwithmi]

Popped the button! Can't stop watching myself🤤 I think I'm getting a little chubby..

🔊sound on🔊

[tittysuckersworld]

im litterally about to live out the plot of dress up darling and im so exited

[anadorablekiwi]

… I wanna make an Amber cosplay

[neriyon]

Oooookay, Hawu'li is technically ready for DT now. Cleaned his inventory, got few spots on retainers free, threw out bunch of unused gear from armory chest and set him both nice whm glam as well as updated swimsuit. Maybe they let us go to the beach upon arriving to Tural haha.

I kinda want to get pics of East Shroud for the wanderer project so I can finish at least Shroud with the old graphics, might get to those tomorrow. Island sanctuary might need a quick look over too - I got that voucher mount during weekend so not much there left, but I'd like to keep it semi functional for dyes and stuff. Also need to get few screens of his current glam just so I can see how he really changes come graphic update haha.

Really wanted to do one of those "outfits in each expansion" things but don't think I have time for that :/ Cosplay for the weekend is still work in progress and I know planning those outfits would take forever, let alone getting any missing pieces farmed.

[loumauve]

Obligatory but no less meaningful honesty hour ask: what is one pretty cool thing that's happened today in your life?

I managed to remember the magic-circle start for the new crochet project (a dice bag for my cousin who has turned out to be a DnD nerd to my absolute delight) and figure out the amount of stitches I need to increase by in each new round.

which.. is all stuff I've known before, and done a bunch of times, it's just been over a year since I last seriously worked on anything crochet related, so getting back into it and figuring out some vague idea of a pattern that might work for a two-layer bag with scale stitches on the outside layer.

crochet in the round requires a forever-surprisingly high and tiring amount of math to figure out how many stitches you need for those and where to place them etc etc etc, so getting this right on my first attempt in a long while has been a real good feeling

[devilfced]

"I want nothing to do with this 'banana spider.'"

[b-blushes]

sewing time @ my house, featuring zigzag stitches that were definitely deliberate for decoration and not because i forgot how geometry works and that there was no physical way to make them on the inside if i sewed them like this ✌️

[autism-corner]

i love handsewing but man this would be 100 times easier if i actually had a machine.

[forsakenwitchery]

Sometimes I do shit that's just... stupid af. So funny story. I've got my Elegoo Mars almost three years ago, and I've been using it from time to time for a few months, and then I just got lazy and didn't empty my resin tank. And it sat with resin inside for two years and at some point, I just got afraid of checking if my printer was, ya know, well, or if my laziness just killed it. Told you, I do stupid shit for no reason. 😂

ANYWAY. So since I'm finally doing Merrin I knew the time was coming to check on my poor little Elegoo and now I've basically been printing all day and look at all the pretty omg. 🙀

As you can see so far I've got Merrin's buckle, most of Merrin necklace pieces, Merrin's charm from Survivor and the charm she gives Cal & also decent ST deltas. Why am I even printing stuff from Survivor if I never plan on doing the costume from it 'cause it sucks? Who knows, at least the trinkets were pretty and I'm compulsive.

Next up are Galadriel's and Merrin's daggers and some Underworld thingies and chances are I'm gonna print a whole bunch of stuff from BG3 next week. Fingers crossed no prints fail. 🤞

[tangledweaver]

[coveredinredpaint]

ehh i felt like i hadnt posted diy stuff here in ages but it was the whole month of january so even longer

ive been working on some smaller projects so heres them all

turned an old wallet thingie i had laying around into a belt pouch (pouch to put on the belt, not pouch to put the belt in). the cisn't patch was gifted to me by the amazing @brazenedminstrel in a diy trade, and i also made the chaos star patch while meeting up with them.

made some more stamps for easy small patch making, and started work on a pair of army pants i had laying in my closet for months. i had to take em in in the back, added belt loops, painted the biohazard symbol on the pocket, and added the deer skull patch, which i designed after an actual deer skull i have in my collection of dead things.

lastly i made a small fish bag which holds my sewing supplies in case im crafting out of the house, the mouth can be pulled closed using the lace threaded through it.

[hughjackmansbicep]

The Seamstress

Contains: Logan Howlett X F!Reader

Summary: Youre a seamstress and he seems to have an endless supply of holey clothes....

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: None :D

a/n: haiiiiii ive always loved this trope in fics !!! tehe!! srry for not writing much recently i got fired from my job LOL anywayssss... i was listening to the smiths writing this unrelated but related.

Most days bled together, the same mundane routine playing out in front of you each day. Wake up, go to work, go home, eat takeout, and pass out to some soap opera. Currently, the highlight of your life was finding out what was going to happen next on The Days of Our Lives. You were a seamstress in the middle of Manhattan; you owned a small shop off 64th, and although you were living out your dream, nothing excited you anymore. Every task felt exhausting; you couldn't even find passion in sewing anymore. That was until he stumbled into your shop.

“Hi, yeah, I was wondering if you'd be able to sew this up for me.” He grumbled, holding up what appeared to be some yellow and blue jumpsuit. You'd almost forgotten to respond, completely captivated by his sheer beauty. His gorgeous face, chiseled body, kitty-like hair, and you can't forget the unusual yet totally working for him mutton chops. “U-um, ahem, yeah, I totally could.” You manage to choke out, reaching for the clothing item. “How long do you reckon it'll take?” You examine the clothing carefully; it's decorated with rips and holes everywhere. He's lucky if I can get this finished by the end of the week, “Tomorrow.” Your mouth moves quicker than your brain can. “Cool, I'll come by at 10? Is that alright?” He asks, slowly backing out of the shop, his eyes never leaving you. ‘10am? I can't begin to do that either; I mean, I wouldn't get to sleep tonight’. “Yep! See you at 10!” Cure that mouth of yours; you give him a smile and an awkward wave as he makes his way out the door.

You blow your breath out as if you'd been holding it the entire time, sinking down into your chair. You silently cursed at yourself for agreeing to such a stupid timeframe, but this meant you could binge Days of Our Lives tonight, so maybe it wasn't half bad.

The rest of the day went just as you expected. A couple hems, a few cinches—nothing out of the ordinary apart from the comic book cosplay you agreed to revive back to life. It was currently 3 o’clock in the morning; you'd been sitting there sewing the garment for 7 hours. Honestly, you'd been making great time; you were so close to finishing, maybe 20 stitches left total. Somewhere between the last stitch and a doctor getting slapped, you'd passed out on your living room floor.

You'd awoken to the feeling of your feline licking your cheek, causing you to immediately shoot up off the floor. Your eyes frantically searching for a clock, the power Must’ve gone out sometime around 5 in the morning because that's all you saw flashing back at you on the stove. In a frenzy, you started throwing random clothes on, praying they'd match, shoving the costume in a garment bag, and running out the door. Thats when you finally looked down at your phone, seeing the time read 10:03, “God damnit.” You whined under your breath. Your shop was only a couple blocks away, but that was still a 15-minute walk, so you sprinted. You probably looked like a complete lunatic, but you couldn't care less right now. The incredibly hot customer probably waiting outside your doors was the utmost important thing on your mind.

Dripping in sweat and hyperventilating as you turned the corner to where your shop was, you saw him just as you thought you would. Leaning up against the door, one arm crossed over his torso as he took a drag from his cigar with his other. God, he looked heavenly, and you... Well, maybe not your best day, but definitely not your worst. “Hey, sorry I'm late.” You breathed out, hands resting on your knees as you caught your breath. “But I've got your thingy.” You hold the garment bag up; he just furrows his eyebrows at you, cocking his head to the side. His silence makes you feel more embarrassed than you already do. You get up to unlock your doors, ushering him to follow you inside.

You check him out at the register; the only words being exchanged were the cost of the repairs and where he can tap his card. He walked out with a smile and a nod, a soft ‘Thanks’ escaping his lips before the door shut. You throw your head in your hands, feeling shame wash over you. You were hoping and praying he was going to leave his number on the receipt, but obviously he did not. I mean, why would you have had him waiting and showed up looking like a complete mess? Not very good looks. You simply had to chop it up as a loss and return back to the mundaneness of your life.

The very next morning, though, he was here again, this time holding an old brown jacket. He'd said there was a small hole in the pocket he wanted fixed. This time it only took you all 20 minutes. You asked him to wait upfront as you brought the jacket to the back to repair it. When you returned, you checked him out the same as before, and he left exactly the same as before. This became an everyday routine for the two of you. Every day he'd walk in with some worn-out article of clothing asking you to stitch it up; you always obliged, even if the clothes looked and smelled like they came from 1987. You always did wonder how this guy had so many ripped-up clothes just lying around, and why wouldn't he just bring them in all at once?

This charade had been going on for 2 weeks now when you finally decided to break from your usual script of ‘thank you, come again’. “Why is everything you own torn apart? Is everything okay back home?” You asked as he slipped his card into the machine. You could see the heat rising to his cheeks as he tried to hide a smirk creeping its way on his face. “You want me to be honest with you?” He looked up at you, pursing his lips together in a thin line. You nodded your head, waiting for him to continue, “I honestly thought you were gorgeous when I first walked into your shop.” Now your cheeks started burning red as your eyes went wide. “So every day since then I head into Goodwill and find anything I can with a hole in it so I can find an excuse to come see you.” This was the first time you'd ever seen this man avoid eye contact with you. You couldn't find your words as your throat had gone dry. He was into you??? And here you were this whole time thinking you ruined your shot (and that he was homeless, but you weren't going to tell him that). 

"Well, say something.” He exasperated, snapping you out of your daze. “I honestly don't know what to say; I’m shocked. I get off at 6 if y’know... You wanted to grab something to eat?” You offer awkwardly, smiling through the pain of how anxious you sounded. He looks up to you finally meeting your gaze, a soft smile painted on his lips. “Ill be here to pick you up at 6 doll.” He grabs your hand, planting a gentle kiss on your knuckle. He walked out the door, leaving you in utter shock and denial for the rest of your shift.

hi ps u can always request me shtuff to write! :3

[heavenly-delusions]

yall i tried visible mending!! but im upset asf no one told me this gonna be hard asf😔(it might be, its just that i hand sewed through 2 tough ass denim fabrics with a blunt ass needle😭😭😭) also i didnt have the ~hack~ paper thingy that u paste onto the fabric to sew on top of so i put marks at d side🤪 i am the architect of my own destruction😇😇😇

and i broke my needle tryna pull it w my teeth when it got stuck lmao🧍🏻��♀️ now i got broken needle n hurting teeth... its not done yet tho cuz im planning to secure the top and sides of this pocket w this technique, luckily i thought something like this might happen so i bought needles in advance. Might post updates. or not! Who knows

Daily affirmations: say it w me... its not crooked. its super aligned w the lines i put. it looks straight. and pretty... 🥲