Category: DIY

Back to un-grinding gears.

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This turned into my reality on Sunday:

At least I skipped the period where it’s dark out when I make my descent into the basement to wrench for the next 8 hours, and dark again when I resurface. I can’t remember the last time my mental health had been this stable throughout winter. I am proud of what I accomplished during those four months: many craft projects, Zwift racing, running, reading, cake decorating, and even a science experiment.

Now it’s time to earn real coin for grander adventures, such as my next overseas cycle tour trip. Destination: Ljubljana, Slovenia via London, UK.

With time, I may even save up enough money to shop at the antique store next door to the bike shop. The other day, I spotted this bronze statuette depicting role playing during the Roman Empire.

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Come for cookies.

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I guess I’m going to start providing monthly updates on the ambient lighting at chez Zoée. Last Saturday, in an effort to make their living space more crafting-friendly for their nyctalopic (yes, I just learnt this word) pal, Zoée hung an extra lightbulb above the couch and urged me to take the corner space.

Before I left for the mainland last Friday, my lighting technician encouraged me to bring a crafting project to work on, as they were on a roll with their first-ever knitting project: a sweater.

Yes, a sweater!

When I got into knitting a decade ago, I would never have ventured to make a sweater, even after completing five toques and a scarf. Choosing a sweater as a first knitting project seems completely insane to me, but Zoée seems to be managing it well.

For our enchanted evening of entanglement, I packed two skeins of yarn. Rather than knit yet another toque, I wielded a crocheting hook to form the cap portion of my mushroom guy. Not only can Zoée make a sweater in a dimly lit room, but they can also follow the plot of Bridgerton while doing so. The only scene I caught was Daphne experiencing her first post-nut clarity.

I’d paid for my ride and lodging with jizz cookies and egg salad sandwiches.

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