Considering I’d started crocheting in June, I decided to make a pride scarf. Once the red panel was done, I continued with orange. My fingers settled into the habit of ensuring even tension, and I could actually see and count each individual stitch now. The red panel had been full of uneven stitches, each row…
on crochet: part 1
A while ago, when sorting through some old boxes at my family home, I came across a bunch of yarn, crochet patterns, and an almost finished sweater. Apparently, my mum had been into crochet a long time ago. I was immediately curious and asked to see her in action. Two minutes of her magically twisting…
on not buying books and failing
Back in May, I ran out of space in my bookshelves, two IKEA Billys sitting side by side. The effort it took to gently squeeze the last book (The Chair by Joanna Trollope, a gift from a dear friend) into place while not crushing the others next to it gave me pause. I remained disciplined…
on july’s reads
July was surprisingly full of books for me, about fifteen of them. Well, to be fair, six of those were manga. Continuing off the previous month, I finished six more volumes of Jujutsu Kaisen. It did not disappoint. I finally reached the point where Season 1 of the anime ends. I can’t wait to continue,…
on habit points
Over the last year, I’ve spent a considerable amount of time googling ways to build habits and be more productive. Working for myself and setting routines and deadlines I don’t weasel out of is quite difficult when I’m the kind of person who used to succeed at work by relying on my fear of letting…
on unreliable narrators
One of my favourite tropes in media is that of the unreliable narrator. Typically, a tacit agreement is made with any piece of media before you enter it—that the narrator is telling you the truth of what is happening or has happened. This implicit trust in the narrator is shaken up in the case of…
on gingerbeer for three
Thanks to TikTok, Cain’s Jawbone went viral last year. If you haven’t heard of it, Cain’s Jawbone is a murder mystery ‘novel’ of one hundred pages. The author, Edward Powys Mathers (who was also known as Torquemada), published the book with the pages jumbled and challenged the public to solve it and name the victim/s…
on sharing myself
Despite my occasional denial and sometimes clear forgetting of my own beliefs, passions, dreams, and just overall being, I do embrace my self. More or less. However, the idea of being that same self around friends and family is tremendously terrifying. Thanks to a combination of insecurity and a substantial dose of shame, I hate…
on june’s reads
I spent half of June with a sprained ankle that confined me to my bed with my foot resting on an elevation of three pillows. Any other time, and I probably would have crossed off at least ten books on my TBR. However, my partner had just recently gifted me Animal Crossing for my birthday.…
on first drafts
Almost every famous author has something to say about the importance and the muckiness of first drafts. "The first draft is just you telling yourself the story."1 “Every first draft is perfect, because all a first draft has to do is exist.”2 "... you have to give yourself permission to suck, especially in the first…
chaos first 