Game of Thrones Season 5 Lady Stoneheart casted: http://youtu.be/xWP6YkuW0sk
Oh mannnnnnn…. *jumping up and dowwwwn*
A quick and very happy update: My sister had her final exam last week and the results have shown that she is all healed up!
So young and so freaking brave, I couldn’t have handled it as well as she did, really look up to her. She’s so f’ing awesome… It took her three months to beat.
Thanks for your kind words and for your wishes :)
Long time no see! Recently I have been asked to share all of the channels I follow on Youtube to make my crochet items. I put up a list and decided maybe some of my fellow WordPressers would enjoy having access to it too!
So here it goes (I mention which language they are in too):
Note: the above channel belongs to a lovely lady who had a recent tragic event in her life, please also subscribe to her personal
channel and watch her videos. She has very timidly asked for help recently, so if anyone can, please do.
Here is her second channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCp-9uFioz9xulkqGu2ma39A
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC2vNl4iUpM4Z1Lxlg2BN_4Q (Spanish/ English)
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC47Ci0AbAEcIvckWXirjHig (Russian/ English)
I hope you enjoy them :)
Hey guys! Been pretty busy since my last post. First things first: after the horrible week we spent not knowing exactly what my sister has, we got the news that it was the lesser of two evils: A Hodgkin Lymphoma. Weird as it may seem, I was so happy. I spent the whole week with a big 64% in my head, which was the success rate for treating a Non-Hodgkin Lymphoma and all of a sudden that scary number was replaced by a juicy 90%. So yeah, I’m damn happy.
My sister’s been really strong and brave, as usual, and her chemo is going well. The only bad side effect was the loss of hair. She shaved it off yesterday, and I must say she looks pretty badass without hair. She likes the look too, so I’m also very happy for that.
I made her a crochet hat and matching boot cuffs and gave her my latest crochet-fascination-item: an apple cozy. Part of her new diet involves eating lots of fruit and apples are included, so it was a win-win gift :-)
Here is my apple crochet cozy:
As usual, I found the tutorial on Youtube, but I didn’t quite like the end result, so I made up my own upper bit, looks more appleish to me like this.
You can find the tutorial here if you are interested in starting one of your own. It is a great idea to help you take your lunch in your bag without getting it dirty or bruised:
Last friday I went shopping with my sister. My kid sister. She’s 20 now. We both had a cold, but along with my boyfriend, had a lot of fun checking out crafting supplies. I was clueless as to what was about to happen in the next few days.
Let’s go back twenty years. I was traumatised with three baby brothers, who appeared in rapid succession lol. The crying, the fits, the diapers, the more crying… but they were growing, and as a young teen, the worst finally seemed to be passing.
Along comes my sister.
Ever since she was a baby, ever since her first days, she revealed to us the type of person she would eventually become. She was a happy, uncomplicated baby. She was sincere, and had a strange ‘light’. I keep saying that if all babies were like here, there would be more babies in the world.
She had a short life line on the palm of her hand.
She grew, and continued being her light, sincere, affectionate, pure self. She’s active, fun, creative, loving.
As a teen, she was busy being a teen. Friends, phones, friends lol.
As my half-sister, I only saw her so often. I wanted to tell her about the things I had learned so far. And I never forgot the short life line. I never managed to find the time to grab her and talk to her in a meaningful way. Whenever we met, there were too many people and distractions around us.
Christmas came, and my gift to her was a letter. In this letter, I shared with her advice about all the things I had learned in the fifteen years I had lived since her birth. It came in handy it seems, and saved her from making the same mistakes I did. She recently thanked me for it, she had before, but this time, she realised how useful it had been. She sent me an image that really moved me.
Saturday, I was about to start lunch with my mom and my brothers (my also half-brothers, mom’s side), and she phones me asking if I wanted to do lunch. I told her I was already about to start lunch, so if she wanted, she’d have to come join us. She passed.
Saturday night, dad texts me that my little sister is in the hospital. Her lymph nodes were apparently going crazy, her thymus too big to be considered normal.
We go see her there. She seems fine, rosy cheeks, bit of a cough. She’s smiling as usual, worried but calm. I went back home, hoping it was something like mononucleosis.
The next day comes. I phone her up in the morning to see how she is doing, and if there is any news. There is, and bad news she says. Lymphoma. Lymphoma?
Yesterday, biopsy time. We visited. Couldn’t believe how calm and sweet she was. How strong. She talked a lot, she laughed a lot, she reassured a lot. She was strong for her mother every time she saw a tear. “I am here and I’ll keep being here, you’ll see. I will beat this”. So so brave… that light.
The painkillers wore off, and so did her light. I helped her get to bed for the night.
Today we might get news. Lymphoma or not, Hodgkins or not. Been reading up on it and I am not liking what I am reading.
It’s weird. She’s my baby sister, I have always seen her as that. There are too many years between us for me not to. It feels like I somehow cheated. I’m fifteen years older, and I did a lot more things wrong, I do not have her light, and here I am, clean inside. It just doesn’t make sense. She’s too good for this.
I’m still hoping this was all just a fuck up the doctors made.
My boyfriend has the same sort of ‘light’. He’s been so helpful and well… as usual, he keeps me on the path.
If you read this send my kid sister good vibes.
One of my best friends gave me a Wreck this Journal for my birthday. I became addicted. I already knew about it and saw Youtube videos such as Bunny’s Wreck it Wednesdays, but decided to look up more videos, to see what other people were doing, and I was amazed!
I also looked up what people were doing in Pinterest and was even more amazed!
Anywhoo, you can wreck it, or just let your creativity explode in it,and I chose the latter.
But this led me to look up painting techniques and I thought to myself “Hey, I’ve had these really expensive Caran D’Ache watercolor pencils since I was a kid, why not give those another go?” . But this time, it meant a proper go, not just painting with them and making it look a bit nicer with a bit of water.
So off I went, and I saw videos by The Frugal Crafter and not only did I REALLY dig her as a person, but I loved her tutorials. They are really well explained, fun and I dunno, it’s like having a buddy there, yapping merrily as you go lol :-) .
Here’s the video: Tutorial
And here’s how mine turned out:
As always, the photo doesn’t do the colors justice, it looks more colorful than this.
I think my main two issues were: didn’t use a normal pencil to outline the drawing, but the watercolor ones themselves, and it kinda lost the edges (but I guess it’s ok), and I didn’t wet the paper down enough to blend the background colors. I was afraid it would murder the paper lol (but still, it looks ok).
Pretty happy with my first attempt ever, and amazed at how pencils that date from 1992(ish) still work so well ahaha :-)
I might end up sharing some of my favourite Wreck this Journal pages in time, some of them look pretty cool.
Walking one of the main streets of Lisbon, I look to the side and spot some stairs descending to a dead end. I felt an urge to go check it out. My boyfriend stood atop the stairs, slightly perplexed at my compulsion.
I found this:
Two gorgeous, old, tiny, adorable houses. Abandoned and sealed off. Above their doors an ancient vine tree that nobody tends for, but still gives grapes. The floor beneath collapsing into some dark abyss. Nobody dares go beyond this point, so it remains untouched. A little treasure in the middle of the city.
Totally unrelated: also had a great tea that day: ginger, basil, mint, orange… it looked gorgeous! Oh, and some yummy sweet potatoes :)
Oh oh oh, aaaaand I got to do something I hadn’t done in years: go on a swing. Someone decided to tie swings up on random trees around the city, and I got to swing, looking at the sky, for as long as I wanted. I missed that.
Originally posted on The Journal:
This heart rending photo was taken by Joe O’Donnell. He was sent by the US military to document the horrors inflicted upon the Japanese by air raids and atomic bombs in 1945.
In this photo, the little boy had bought his brother to a cremation spot. He was barefooted and in perhaps trying to play the role of oldest functioning family member left remaining, he was clearly copying the stand-to-attention stance he would have seen amongst the warring uniformed adults.
Joe O’Donnell in his words:
“I saw a boy about ten years old walking by. He was carrying a baby on his back. In those days in Japan, we often saw children playing with their little brothers or sisters on their backs, but this boy was clearly different. I could see that he had come to this place for a serious reason. He was wearing no shoes. His face…
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According to Winteriscoming.net ( check out the post), and also as seen in one of the Sand Snakes auditions, it seems Jaime might be heading to Dorne in season 5.
If you are a reader of the books, you know this is a huge change in Jaime’s storyline. This, to me, is terribly annoying. Annoying to the point I might just postpone watching the series, and wait for Winds of Winter to come out. As I said in WiC’s post, to me, this is Martin’s story, and I would rather have the story from him first, and D&D’s version later (that is, if things are about to be changed in a drastic way).
There is a possibility though that the Dorne trip Jaime is apparently taking, is nothing but filler until he goes back to his proper place, Riverrun.
Jaime’s storyline, from King’s Landing to Riverrun, is full of unnecessary bits (series wise):
He stops at Harrenhal and releases Wylis Manderly, he also confronts a Connington for insulting Brienne.
He then goes off to Darry, to visit his now married and pious cousin, Lancel, and learns that Cersei had sex with him too, on several occasions.
He then goes to Riverrun, to try to sort out the whole Tully issue, which he partially does (Brynden escapes, because he’s that awesome), by threatening to catapult Edmure’s unborn child as soon as it is born (nice Jaime, real nice… doubt he’d do it lol).
He then goes to Raventree to sort out some feuds between Brackens ans Blackwoods, and is successful.
He goes back to Riverrun, camping at Pennytree. This is where he sees Brienne again.
The bits in bold are totally useless, at least so far, serie-wise, they seem totally dismissible. So we’d get him with Lancel, him with Tullys, and him with Brienne. Is this enough for one and most likely two seasons? I seriously doubt it. This is why I hope to bits that D&D have sent him off to Dorne: to bide time.
By biding time, I don’t just mean to keep us entertained with him for two seasons, but also because in contrast to Jaime’s storyline, Brienne’s path is full of goodies and interesting adventures:
At Maidenpool, we get to know more about Brienne’s past, she has to suffer the company of idiots like Hyle Hunt and Nimble Dick, and the very very shitty Randyll Tarly.
At Cracklaw Point, we get her versus the Brave Companions, and Pod gets his second savior moment.
At the Quiet Isle, we get the delicious scene where she looks for the Hound, and speaks to the Elder Brother.
At the crossroads, she has her darkest moments, having to fight Rorge and Biter, only to be saved by Gendry, and be taken to the Brotherhood without Banners, to see Stoneheart, who nearly kills her and Pod.
She is the spared upon screaming out a single word: “sword!” (later confirmed by Martin), and is seen by Jaime at Pennytree, and tells him she has found Sansa, but needs his help, as the Hound has her.
This is all awesome shit, none of it should be cut out.
So, what can good old Jaime do in Dorne while Brienne is being her awesome self and being the knight he always wished he was? He is Arys Oakheart. He’ll bring Doran his brother’s corpse, he might even bring him Gregor’s head. He’ll meet the Sand Snakes, and might get to know one intimately well, who knows (but I doubt it). He’ll see his daughter again, and maybe get some paternal feelings upon seeing her being attacked. Plenty to do.
Hopefully, for me, this is what will happen. I wish I knew beforehand, so I would know if I have to postpone watching the series or not. Oh, as if having to wait and see if Jaime and Brienne will be ok wasn’t enough!!!
Damn you for giving me more doubts D&D, damn you…
I made this last weekend, only took me a few hours and I really like the result. Simple as hell, it is just a huge granny square in several colors that is fitted around a stool. What make it even cooler is that is covering a stool my great grandfather (who died way before I was born) made!
Here are some photos:
For a really nice and beginner friendly tutorial for making granny squares, check out this video from Jayda Institches:
A few of those that sunk into my soul and never came out again
First of all, yes, this is me, thirty years ago.
Oh my gosh… thirty freaking years ago.
Ok, now that that’s out of the way, this is a photograph of one of my first memories, and it has an interesting and somewhat adorable story to it.
I have always remembered the time when my father drew me a clown so that I would color it in. I was very excited, and colored it really really well, I was quite proud of the outcome, I had kept the brush within the lines very very well.
So I walk up to my dad, and I proudly present him our joined work of art.
He looked at it and laughed, and then told me “that’s all wrong”.
My heart was broken.
He the told me to go outside and stand in the varanda, and took this photograph.
Can you see the heart ache?
OH MY GOD I WAS SO FREAKING CUTE! Look at that pout.
Yes, my favorite color was red. No, this was not a creepy kid painting a bloodied psycho clown. I really really thought I had done an excellent job.
Now the interesting bit is that as I grew, and my idea of ‘correct coloring in’ changed, so did my memory of this moment. I genuinely thought my father had been unfair, and that I had painted it very well, with several colors.
Then, decades later, I found this photo.
Interesting how the mind works.
It’s been a strange summer here, lots of rain, lots of sun, lots of wind, and loads of flowers. A few weeks ago we went to spend some time at the place up north, it is in a village so small that food is sold from a van, as there are no shops (2 churches though lol), and I was amazed with the amount and variety of flowers still around in the fields!
Here is a little collage of some of the prettiest ones we saw in one of our walks:
Well this one was a real adventure, and I can’t believe how well it turned out, all things considered. First of all, the tutorial is in Russian (I think, please correct me if I am wrong), second of all, I don’t speak Russian.
It just looked way too cute for me to try, so I gave it a go and I am really happy with the end result! My boyfriend was also very happy with the end result… at the end of the day he discreetly picked it up (or at least he thought it was discreetly), and took it to his treasure shelf, meaning it is his now. He’s so flipping cute.
Here’s the owl, and the link to the tutorial is below:
Hi there! Been a long time O_O! I do still check up on the WordPressers I follow, just been too lazy to put up anything here.
So I finally got around to taking photos of some of my latest crochety adventures and, as usual, I thoroughly enjoyed making them!
I think I’ma be makin two seperate posts for each of them, just because one of them will have some info on how to make it, and it just gets more visibility that way.
Anywhoo, here’s number one: Dressing up stones! Yes, stones, in this case, they are bricks, eroded by water, turned into glorious orangy smooth pebbles! They make a great contrast color with the threads, and I highly recommend using them! Plus, they are way more original than normal pebbles!
Here’s mah photo:
It’s really easy to make, just make sure your doily is big enough to wrap a bit of the pebble you are using. Also, before you do wrap it, use a needle to carefully sew your thread, stitch by stitch around the edge of your doily, loosely and leave a bit of tail. Once you place the doily exactly how you will want it over the pebble, pull the tail slowly but firmly, it will make your doily wrap itself around the pebble! Some adjusting may be required here and there, but it is overall pretty easy to do :-)
For some reason I decided to listen to this song, and it brought back memories.
Memories of an ex, during one of his almighty incessant yapping sessions. Boy did he love to hear himself talk. Towards the end I had developed a sort of blocking mechanism, he’d yap and I’d be playing a song in my head. I wasn’t really there anymore, and I certainly wasn’t listening. By the time I had decided I was tired of putting up with him I was playing this one in my head, drumming my fingers to the beat as he yapped on.
Fiona Apple- Never is a Promise
I researched for ideas on what to do with sea glass, and the idea that I liked the most, and that didn’t involve drilling glass (a science that I am yet to try, let alone master), was to wrap wire around the glass pebbles to make glass pendants.
This video from the Potomac Bead Company was really helpful, so I’ll share it here in case anyone ever wants to give this a try:
And here’s a photo of my end result:
I have no idea if the wire rusts, I bought it in a Chinese store and they have a nasty habit of not translating anything -.- . But hey, I’ll wear one for a week or two and see what happens.
I am VERY happy with the results I got. Like, stupidly happy that from one simple thing came something that makes me so happy. Yay for sea glass!
The other day I was waiting for a couple of friends for dinner. The restaurant was next to a beach. My boyfriend was kind enough to drive me there, so we decided to wait for them together, and walk along the beach. I found some lovely sea glass, and minutes later, my friends arrived.
I felt like someone had stolen my lollipop.
So today, to make the most of our national holiday, the boyfriend and I drove to the same spot and hunted down some great sea glass pebbles.
Here are some of my favourite:
I’m not even sure if all of them are sea glass. Some seem to have small grains in them, so it makes me wonder if erosion did that, or if they are some sort of stone.
Either way, I’m really happy with my newfound addiction and I had a great time. I have always loved hunting stuff in beaches, and can’t believe it took me this long to realize I had such lovely treasures in my city!
Edit: That wasn’t the only highlight of my day, here’s a cluster photo of some of the most memorable bits, including a visit to a wonderful sushi restaurant!
I have this friend who is obsessed with sheep. I was with her last weekend. I’ve been thinking about making her a crochet sheep, but never found a tutorial on how to make one, and since I’m still newbish at crocheting, I gave up on it. But since I was with her recently, I felt like actually trying to come up with one, she can even wear it on a necklace, she likes original ideas like that.
Here is my first sheep! I think it’s pretty convincing for a first try. Again, I regret not writing how I made it lol, hopefully I can make one the same again or even better.
I know Lu Corfield has been cast as a Molestown Madame, but today, the good people at Winteriscoming.net posted this. I think there is something strange about this. First of all, nothing is mentioned about her role on episode 3, and second of all, when you visit Lu’s imdb page , you’ll see nothing is mentioned about participating in Game of Thrones.
And if you look at her photo, and put a photo of Michelle’s next to her, you… well I…. well, you make your own conclusions:
Could Lu be playing Stoneheart? I know I’m obsessed about seeing her as soon as possible, but but… come on! Could be. No?
Edit: Oh well, it was good while it lasted. Methinks someone that knows what goes down on e3 has confirmed it IS the madame.
My quest for Stoneheart continues!
A while back, just before Valentine’s day, and before I embarked in the colossal project of making a crochet blanket (taking forever), I made looooooads of crocheted hearts (link: http://wp.me/p2S0n1-jE ). After making all of those hearts, I had no clue what to do with them.
Mother’s day is coming up where I live, and I have loads of soaps from Xmas (wonder how so many people I know decided to give me soaps, I swear I’m clean!). So I invented this scent bag:
My sister told me the other day she really liked mug cozies, so BLAM! Mug cozy with a heart on it lol. Her bday is at the end of this month, perfect.
Here it is:
Quite easy to make and very cute!
It’s been slow on the crochet front because I decided to try to make a blanket, and that lead to some tendinitis, and that lead to me to altering my crochet hook so I’d feel better (and it worked! Yay for my boyfriend for having such a great idea, yay for tape and yay for toilet paper (I might make an entry about my altered hook one of these days, quite clever!)).
Here’s my new ring! :
This entry has a bit of spoilers for those that do not read the Game of Thrones books, so if you don’t read ‘em, stay away!
Recently I have been thinking about Brienne and Jaime’s storyline. As the readers know, it is unfortunately linked to Lady Stonehearts’ storyline.
Recent and not so recent interviews have made me remember a part of the book and of the series that always stuck in my memory: Catelyn’s promise to Brienne.
And I vow that you shall always have a place by my hearth and meat and mead at my table, and pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you into dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new.
The series version is here:
It is identical to the book version.
Now, pay attention to Michelle Fairley here:
So all we know is that Brienne was almost killed by SH, along with Podrick. Brienne somehow managed to get away from this ‘perdicament’ by uttering a single word. This word has been confirmed by Martin himself to be “sword”.
Brienne then set off to fetch Jaime. She lured him with a lie about the Hound and that was the last we heard of them.
All things point to Brienne taking Jaime to Stoneheart, in order to save Podrick. Since the word “sword” saved her, we can presume she will give Jaime a trial by sword. Brienne would undoubtedly beat the one-handed Jaime in combat, she beat him with his hands tied, so I’d presume this would be a similar feat.
The issues I have with this are the following:
Brienne does not have it in her to kill Jaime. Jaime saved her life, Jaime has told her why he became the kingslayer, Jaime has given her Oathkeeper, Jaime has given her a purpose in life, a knightly mission, Jaime is a changed man, or a changing man.
Catelyn’s oath to Brienne should save her from having to save Podrick by killing Jaime. This oath must be extremely important for all the evidence I have posted above, why else keep it precisely the same? Michelle’s comment also points to this.
Jaime’s character is too rich and too complex to be killed now. Killing him would be the most wasteful death in all the books, to me at least.
Thoros of Myr is not too fond of the changes he has seen since Stoneheart started leading the BwB, he would most likely intervene at this point.
If R’hllor exists, or magic, or whatever, it saved the Hound because he felt the Hound had some important role to fulfill (bodyguard to Arya? I think he’ll be back though), and it might save Jaime for the very same reasons.
Jaime gave Brienne Oathkeeper. Ice, Ned’s ancestral sword, will be there, but it’s a changed sword, a strange sword. I have a feeling this also has its importance here.
This is pointing to Jaime being something you’d never expect in the story, I won’t even try to explain why, several people have done this, and done it so well I will just link what I feel is one of the best explanations:
Of course it is only natural that my brain would try to invent ways to save Brienne. I bet Martin would laugh a maniacal laughter at my pathetic attempts to save her, but still:
The Hound has followed Brienne since the Quiet Isle. Why? He heard Brienne talking about Sansa. He will intervene. This is, by far, the most pathetic of all attempts I have invented, but it joins my three favourite characters in the same place, so deal with it.
Jaime kills Brienne in combat and breaks down in tears. Thoros sees the impact her death has had on such a ‘supposedly’ horrible man, and feels her death was very very wrong. He revives her.
Jaime kills Brienne in combat (Nissa Nissa), we get Lightbringer as a result. Jaime breaks down in tears. Thoros intervenes, not only because “OMFG IT’S AZOR AHAI!!!!” or “OMFG IT’S LIGHTBRINGER!!!” and brings back Brienne, because he can, and Stoneheart will lose her spark of life as a consequence. He’d actually not mind that last bit at all.
Jaime promises to kill Cersei instead (becoming the dreaded Valonqar in the process), and Brienne and Pod are hostages until there is confirmation of her death.
Jaime promises to kill Cersei (Nissa Nissa) instead (becoming the dreaded Valonqar and Azor Ahai in the process), and Brienne and Pod are hostages until there is confirmation of her death.
Brienne does kill Jaime, she breaks down in tears, Thoros is preplexed as to how such a virtuous woman would ache so intensely with the death of such a bad man, and he revives Jaime, giving further strength to the Azor Ahai reborn theory. Stoneheart dying for a new Jaime would be the ultimate sacrifice, a hard to imagine sacrifice, but still doable.
Am I being too optimistic in finding ways to save both Jaime and Brienne? What do you think will be the outcome?
Saw this on my favourite GoT site (Winteriscoming.net):
Update: we now have titles for the 4 first episodes!
Any reader can guess when the PW is going down, and I’m so glad it’s that soon:
Here’s the list:
Episode 401 – Two Swords
Writers: David Benioff & D.B. Weiss
Directors: David Benioff & D.B. Weiss
Episode 402 – The Lion and the Rose
Writer: George R. R. Martin
Director: Alex Graves
Episode 403 – Breaker of Chains
Writers: David Benioff & D.B. Weiss
Director: Alex Graves
Episode 404 – Oathkeeper
Writer: Bryan Cogman
Director: Michelle MacLaren
Writers: David Benioff & D.B. Weiss
Director: Michelle MacLaren
Writer: Bryan Cogman
Director: Alik Sakharov
Writers: David Benioff & D.B. Weiss
Director: Alik Sakharov
Writers: David Benioff & D.B. Weiss
Director: Alex Graves
Writers: David Benioff & D.B. Weiss
Director: Neil Marshall
Writers: David Benioff & D.B. Weiss
Director: Alex Graves
It’s interesting that B&W monopolized the 4 last episodes, this must mean that they really felt the need to control the content or ‘feel’ of the last part.
I wouldn’t consider 4 episodes the last part, perhaps the last 2 in previous seasons, but considering how much amazingness I saw in the trailers, there is so much to work on, with so many characters going through critical moments in their storylines, that yes, I can see how 4 episodes are needed to guide the story to its season 4 end.
Granpa answers. Call is for him. He sounds confused with the conversation. He passes me the call.
I pick up the call.
“Hello, I am calling from the Lisbon Medical Center…”
“And I we are calling to let you know that your grandfather has won…”
“Two tokens that exclude him from having to pay any health tax…”
“for any bone or heart related exams. You just have to bring him over. If you don’t do this soon, next time, he WILL have to pay taxes, and it can go up to 65 euros!”
So then I answer this guy and say:
“How did you get this number, and why are you calling my grandfather at work? If this is legitimate, why didn’t he receive a letter at home? And what is this ‘Lisbon Medical Center’ I have never heard of, that has the power to ‘tax’ people?”
The reply was “Oh we used to send letters, but many people did not come to their appointments because their letters got lost in the mail”.
-long ‘wtf’ moment of silence-
Then I tell him: ”Well then, please do send us a letter so that I can verify the legitimacy of…”
“OH MY GOD!!! CAN’T YOU HEAR WHAT I AM TRYING TO TELL YOOOOUUUUU?!? FUUUUUCKK…. * imperceptible bitching*
He hangs up on my face.
Granpa asks me what he said. I told him. He looks just as stupefied as I do.
“I heard what you said” he says…
“And you’ll keep hearing. Now… You yelled at me, and even said “fuck”, so… fuck YOU, grow some manners, never contact me or my grandfather again, and have a nice day, ok?”
I hang up the phone.
Seriously. I have neeeeever ever had this experience or anything close to it. Emo teen from his voice. I don’t know what is weirder, the call itself, or the fact that the guy actually had the nerve to call me a second time.
I’m glad he did though, at least I got to answer him. Prick.
I hope everyone has a great day with their sweethearts today (and all other days really lol), and that those that don’t have a sweetheart have a great day anyways, and eat some chocolates because it is a good excuse ;)
Here are some crocheted hearts I have recently learned how to make. I also made others, but didn’t get around to photographing them, I might get around to it eventually :p. These were my favourites though, they are simple and full, and look very symmetrical :):
The tutorial is here on video. It is really well explained and after a few goes, you’ll be making them in no time! :
Great video with lots of new scenes for season 4 and some great interview bits from the cast!
Joffrey is such a prick -.- . Don’t pick on Jaime dammit!
Edit: Oh my goodness, Gwendoline’s bit about the strangest thing she had to do this coming season is just so precious. :D
Also, Tyrion and Jaime’s dance is pure Lannister gold. Emilia’s expression saying “Dracarys” was also pretty funny lol :-)
The other day this French couple (she Russian-Croatian, he French-Italian), and their ridiculously cute 2 year old baby girl asked my boyfriend if he could help them out. They were on holidays and had rented out one of the flats in our building and their electricity had died on them. We got them an electrician within 30 mins, and recharged their cellphones and laptop in the meantime. Then something happened, something that had never happened to us before:
They came to our door to thank us, and invited us for tea. I had never been invited for tea by a complete stranger. She must have seen the surprise in my eyes just before I accepted the invitation lol.
I decided to make a little crochet fox pin for the baby. Took me ages to get it right, and then when I showed my boyfriend the end result, he put on what I call his “cute face” (must be what he looked like when he was a kid), and he smiled at it.
“You want us to keep it?”
*silence + cute face*
We kept it.
So then I had to make another one :). The kid loved it and so did the mother.
We had a great time talking to them in a mixture of English and French. The little girl was obsessed with my face, kept stroking it and holding it with both her hands, and kept playing with my hair. I don’t know if it was the French, but everything she said sounded like an overdose of cuteness to me. We also hooked them up with up with our cable account on their pc after the poor father expressed how hard it was to stay indoors (major storm here) with 4 channels he didn’t really understand. He was really happy then too.
They are staying here for about one month and we have a few days off soon, so we might show them some parts of Lisbon they haven’t discovered till then :-)
Very pleased to meet people in this way, feels good. Not used to it and it really is a shame. Also, great excuse to organize all my papers/paints/yarns and whatnots in case they come over :p.
Bat for Lashes will be the soundtrack for tonight’s post.
When left alone to its own devices, at night, for any period longer than three hours, it starts creeping to its natural state. This is of course, if I have nothing to keep me busy, and I start listening to my songs.
I have often said that my boyfriend is my better half, he is my north, he keeps me out of trouble, keeps me sober, keeps me healthy, keeps me out of the darkness. He is the first to do this.
He is an emotionally simple man, nothing complex, nothing lurking in the background. There is no drama, nothing unpredictable, nothing dark in him. He is calm and he is patient. He is active and he lets me do whatever I want to do, he does not bitch about anything, after almost six years, I still find this odd.
(Yes I have been left alone, at night, for longer than three hours, way longer than three hours).
I have met a few men in my lifetime. The first relationships didn’t last long, the first good one I could have had I ran away from before it even happened (silly girl). One lasted eight years, but thank god it ended. I used to go after the intense ones, the troubled ones, it ended with me unhealthy, both spiritually and physically. It became lackluster. When I was there, all I wanted was light, to be free from drama, control and the weight of psychological manipulation. I had forgotten who I was.
After many a year dabbling in the bad boy pool I traded intensity for peace, I traded weight for air, I traded black for white. I miss it sometimes though, when I’m left alone, at night, for any period longer than three hours.
I never met a man that could give me both. Is there such a man? I sometimes look at men that were at one point interested in me but I never got involved with because I was taken (I will never cheat on anyone), and I wonder to myself “Could he be both? What would it have been like? What would my life be like today?”. I don’t think that man exists. But I keep thinking about it, when I am left alone, at night, for any period longer than three hours…
Anyways, that’s my stupid brain for you, always finding trouble, always thinking too much. A stupid but a happy one at the moment.
The other day I was having this e-mail discussion with an Italian online friend. We were talking about ‘grey’ characters, and how G.R.R Martin is so very good at creating them. In my list of ‘grey’ characters, I included the name of Cersei Lannister to which he said ” Cersei isn’t a sort of a very selfish evil character?”, which lead me to defend Cersei as just that, a grey character. This is the second time I have done this, so I have decided to share my thoughts here.
A fellow blogger has also led me to post this, he has loads of interesting “in defenses of” in his blog. Here is his link :
This post in no way intends to make Cersei anything else than what she really is: a paranoid, cold, manipulative woman. The post does however intend to lessen the darkness surrounding this character by explaining why she is the way she is, by explaining that she was not simply born this way, but instead molded to become this way.
I’ll list the events in her life I feel have molded her into the character she is today in a more or less chronological order, and I will also mention the emotional result of these events.
Cersei’s mother dies – fear, sadness, abandonment
Cersei being a child, blames Tyrion for her mother’s death – hatred
Cersei is treated differently from her brother – sadness, hatred, injustice
Cersei falls in love with her brother Jaime – fear, shame
Cersei is found redhanded with her brother – fear, shame
Cersei is seperated from her brother – fear, shame, injustice (the Targaryens did it all the time!)
Cersei has her prophecy read to her – fear, hatred, suspicion, mortality
Cersei loses a friend, just as prophecy said – fear, vulnerability, suspicion, mortality
Promise to wed Rhaegar is broken, she is said to not be good enough – humiliation, hatred, loss of power
Father is distant, cold – abandonment, hatred
Father sees her as a prized horse, who’s duty is to breed with whoever is most powerful or useful to her father – fear, hatred, powerlessness
Robert Baratheon calls her “Lyanna” on their wedding night – humiliation, hatred
Robert Baratheon is a whoremonger – humiliation, hatred, powerlessness
Robert Baratheon fathers several bastards – humiliation, hatred, powerlessness
Bran Stark catches her and Jaime in the tower at Winterfell – fear, shame, regret (I imagine the regret part)
Ned Starks threatens to reveal her incestuous relationship with her brother – fear, hatred, powerlessness, mortality
Cersei is surrounded by masters of whispers – fear, paranoia, powerlessness
Joffrey undermines her authority – fear, powerlessness
Tyrion undermines her authority – fear, hatred, powerlessness
Tyrion separates her from her daughter - fear, hatred, powerlessness
Father undermines her authority, does it in public – humiliation, fear, hatred
Joffrey is to wed a younger and more loved queen – fear, powerlessness
Jaime loses his hand – powerlessness, mortality
SPOILER BREAK (stop reading here if you don’t want spoilers)
Joffrey is killed – sadness, loss, hatred, fear
Tyrion is blamed – hatred
Tommen ascends to the throne – fear (for Tommen)
Tommen is betrothed to Margaery – powerlessness, fear
Tywin is killed – fear, loss, hatred
Tyrion escapes -hatred, powerlessness
Cersei is accused of fornication and treated as any other – humiliation, fear, mortality
Jaime abandons Cersei- abandonment, fear
Overall, not a very pleasant way to live and certainly not a very good recipe for a well rounded, balanced individual. Is she a bitch? Yes. Is it any wonder? For me, no. Could she be better? Yes, but then I could also be a better cook, or more patient, or calm, or this or that. Her brain is wired as it is from birth, she was given those tools at birth, and then this list of events ensued. She responded to these events the only way she could. Note that nobody was there to guide her, nobody supported her, held her hand, or tried to point her in the right direction. She spent her life in a gilded cage, nothing to envy, and certainly nothing that would make her a better human.
Okiday, I have decided to list some of the most awesomely awesome awesomeness I cannot wait to see in season 4. Of course this list contains spoilers, so do not read on if you have not seen the series or read the books to this point.
Ok, here goes:
Need I say more? Well actually I do. I really want to see this, and then I really don’t want to see this. Probably one of the two parts so far in the whole story that makes me feel this way.
The second part that hurts me to see, but I have to see. My favourite character Sandor Clegane and Arya Stark. It will be sweet when they get along, it will crush me in the end… “Do you remember where the heart is?”… *sniffle*
This phenomenal monument to batshit crazyness. Can-not-wait. I love this character, or rather, I love hating her. However, her flight is something I cannot get myself to like, and I really do not want to see it. My heart sank to my feet. Littlefinger, I hate you so so much… Ohhhhh so much…
Most of all I need to see my dear dear Stoneheart, and I only pray that some sense is still in that zombiesque brain of hers *goes back to singing her please-don’t-hurt-Jaime-or-Brienne mantra*
Another must is, of course:
But not for long mafacka! Pardon the lack of eloquence, the feeling is that basic and intense.
I am also quite curious about Coldhands and Bran’s adventure beyond the Wall, even though I have a baaaad feeling about how it will end. Poor kid’s gonna end up being a tree I bet. *sigh*
And last but not least:
Tyrion says fairwell to his father, leaving him rightfully seated on his throne. I also love to hate Tywin, but I don’t mind seeing this part one bit.
Edit: I forgot this one:
Jaime opening his eyes and finally seeing this is not love, not from her anyways.
All gifs come from here:
Recently I have decided to take my fitness a bit more seriously, to stop slacking so much and go to the gym at least three times a week. So far so more or less good haha!
I do go to all of my Taekwondo classes though, and with only two lessons a week, I can feel my body change, not because of the horrible muscular pains I get two days later, and not only because of the wonderful blisters I am getting on my feet, and not even because of the gorgeous bruises I am accumulating on my legs (see photo) from kicking my lovely boyfriend, but because I feel muscles, glorious muscles, muscles I have not felt since I was a teenager who played basket, and volley and ran and this and that. My god, I even have muscles on my back (nothing visible, but they hurt like hell LOL!)
Behold! At 34, the body still reacts to small amounts of exercise (2x a week is small amount, even if I work hard).
I am quite happy that I am back to having fun on my Taekwondo classes. Soon we will have to buy protections for our exam, and that means we can fight more at ease, without the constant fear of hurting our partner a bit too much. I can’t wait to see what I can do if I use proper force!
I just hope my shoulder doesn’t pop out of place again :/
I wear them like medals, even of they are little medals. Hope they toughen up soon so I don’t feel as much pain.
I decided to try another butterfly tutorial, this video is from a lady that has a whole bunch of beautiful tutorials. I suggest you take a look at her channel. The tutorials are in Spanish, but even if you don’t understand it you can always pause the video to keep up or to count stitches :p
Here’s the video:
delicate crochet butterfly
And here’s my new butterfly (it has 4 wings, photo doesn’t show the back ones well though):
Just saw this tutorial and then checked out the original pattern and made this little butterfly. This is officially the first time I read a crochet pattern and I am happy to say I got away with it. I know it’s simple as hell, but still, baby steps :p. Added some minor changes but I am happy I did :). The original tutorial is great for really fast and easy butterfly though!
Here’s the link:
And here’s my own version:
Here at the shop, over the years (about 60 years), my grandfather has accumulated a ridiculous amount of stones, beads and whatnots from unwanted client pieces, leftovers from commissions and so on. He’s been complaining about the business and how he can make ends meet.
I remembered watching this really simple tutorial on how to make bracelets with a wire and a crochet hook and thought that maybe I could help out not only by making more stuff to sell but also to get rid of all of those endless bits n’ bobs.
I showed him this, made it on really weak wire I found (I guess nylon thread would do too). Could be a pretty bracelet I guess. He’s good at putting on the finishing bits like the clasps. He seemed to like it, some maybe who knows, maybe I am about to learn a bit more about making bracelets with a crochet hook, something more elaborate than this (or not, simplicity is also good):
Alternate heading: American Horror Story season 3, episode 12
I bring spoilers to those who have not seen the above mentioned episode! Look away, look a… ok? Ok!
So… *this* specific moment right here:
made me think our dear Fiona Goode was about to bite the dust. “But how? How could she bite the dust?” I thought to myself “And what was all that talk about her only having those two weeks left to live?”. I was under the impression that her deal with the voodoo deity was still standing, why wasn’t it standing?! Someone please explain.
Then of course, juuuust when you think to yourself for the first time “Oh there she goes again, yapping about her childhood memories and how yaddayadda, soooo drama queen…Who cares about your calico cat!?! “, you then have a split second when you just know that she has one second left before getting an axe to her back and
But seriously, besides that doubt I mentioned, doesn’t it just seem odd that the Supreme, with all her amazing powers (she does still have powers, remember how she owned Queenie at the beginning of the episode), could not mind control, clairvoy, telekenese or any other mumbojumbo her way out of this ‘perdicament’?
Misty says she’s gator food. Is she? Hmmm, I must admit I am a bit anxious to see the season finale, I hear the ending is quite unexpected.
Any ideas on who the next Supreme might be? Or if there will be a next supreme? Do you think Cordelia managed to avert what she saw in her vision?
Soooo curious hehe :)
The stuffed avocado was glorious btw. I was really surprised (and proud, I don’t take culinary risks that often)!
Then came dessert, also a Pinterest discovery. Thin apple slices with a bit of cinnamon and a tiny bit of ginger.
They were so crispy and the apple flavour was so rich! A really healthy alternative.
Turning the slices halfway through the baking time really helped to crisp them up faster, and not getting too enthused with the temperature really helped in avoiding burning them (which happened to me last week on my test run. Burned apples don’t taste good).
I made it up a bit but still, here’s what’s in it:
Avocado (scooped out a bit)
Egg (in the scooped out bit)
Thinly cut prosciuto
…then off to the oven.
Hope it’s yum lol. Damn man is taking ages to get back home and I’m here salivating on my own…
Back to my box o’buttons: Some are really old, and it shows. I made a Pinterest profile yesterday, put up my stuff, and some pictures I had in my tablets that I had found inspirational. Then I started pinning other things, among which hand painted buttons. That’s when I got the idea that I could easily give my old buttons a new face! So I grabbed my acrylic paints, and got to trying it out. Had plenty of fun painting in the tiny details and such (while watching a movie), but then my boyfriend asked me what would I do with my new buttons. Thought about it for a bit and decided that they would look pretty neat on my upcycled sardine cans! I did use flowers on my first one, so why not use these ones too? Here’s the makeover button, a before and after shot: And the upcycled can idea where I could put it (and others I’ll eventually paint):
Just scrolled down to see when exactly I decided to make my button tree and it was scary: November 2012!
I made it yesterday lol.
Here’s the link to the original idea : Original button tree idea
I ended up grabbing a small canvas I had laying around and started making a trial painting with watercolors. I had never painted anything on a canvas, nor had I used watercolors since I was a kid, so I gave it a go. When I thought it looked acceptable (don’t really like the tree trunk, might try to fix it a bit later, but I love the background), I realized less is more, and even though my b/f had got me a big canvas for my tree, this little one, with less buttons, looked like the best option.
Just a quick recap for those that don’t feel like reading what’s on the original link: I’d play with these buttons as a kid. I’d sit on the floor looking at them and just making drawings with them on the floor. My granma kept them in a box. I loved that box, and after her death I was lucky to have found it.
Here it is, the final product:
P.s- yes, granma bought me bunny buttons :)
P.p.s- really need to fix that tree trunk
I’ve never been very good at falling asleep. I remember being five and already staying awake for hours in the dark. This was when I developed the habit of entertaining my head with stories, adventures, scenarios etc. Unfortunately if something upset me that day, it was very hard for me to not dwell on it, to the point it was tiresome. This is still an issue to this day, although I have learned how to switch that crap off much faster than before.
I also fall asleep faster. Rare are the nights where it takes two hours or three for me to finally switch off. Having a much calmer and uncomplicated person in my life has really helped.
Anyways, all this information to explain why the hell would I be thinking about a world without locks at 1am: I was trying to not think too much.
So: A world where nobody can lock anything. There are no locks of any kind. You cannot keep anything in a safe, anyone can enter your home, nobody can be locked up, anyone can get into your car etc, etc.
How would this world be? Would it be a land of horrors, where chaos ruled? Would it be crawling with thieves, hooligans, people hurting others (more than in the real world obviously)? Would it be a Madmaxian scenario, where people were armed, defending their homes? Would there be a different social structure? Would we be organized into clans for better protection? Yadda yadda yadda…
Would it be a world where people did not accumulate wealth (anyone could take it)? Would people be more equal? Would we behave better, because we had to (better not piss off your neighbor, he might come visit you while you sleep)? Would this freedom make people more aware of what is right and wrong? Would we have the latest iwhatever and the best flat screen tv knowing that the local beggar could walk in at any moment? Would we be ashamed? Would we even have our own homes?
What would be sold? What would be valued? What would… well, you get it, right? Just so many differences, all because of something as simple as a lock.
I fell asleep fast after starting to think about this. Still an interesting idea.
Had to get into a packed train in the subway today (a strike had just ended). Not much room, so I had to stand with my back pressed to this cute younger guy. He grinned. How silly is it that I think of this as an ego-booster? Oh well, it was, so I’ll take it thank you very much (at 34 I’ll take as many as I can for as long as I can lol!) I prefer these subtle things than the more obvious ones, even though some still make me laugh (clearly a Latin thing in my opinion, men here think that being obvious makes them more manly).
Anywhoo, one of my closest friends commisioned one of my flower bookmarkers. I sold it so cheap the train ticket was practically the same price (a few cents profit), but the whole giddy feeling I got out of someone asking me to make something for them was the real bonus :)