Grey Banshee

The exploits of a Fiber Artist & Acupuncturist and her faithful four-legged companions.

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It’s been a long day. Very long. We woke up around 8:30, got breakfast, ran a couple of errands, took a walk, took a shower, said goodbye, cried, looked for our cat, took a walk with new housemates, tried to cook, failed to cook, nursed a migraine, stared at instagram, looked for our cat, cried, talked the ears off of both housemates in a feverish attempt to both belong and cry less, looked for our cat.

Now it’s nearly midnight, my brain and heart are still in Winnipeg, where it’s 2am, and I am so fucking sad. Puppy keeps looking for him too. 

The house is quiet, everyone is in bed. I faked it all day. I managed all day. And now, now there’s nothing to stop me crying. I’m in a wonderful new place, with wonderful new people, with a room that’s so big, 2 cats, 1 dog, and 2 humans will have plenty of room. And yet, there’s nothing to stop me crying.

Our new home has these. #gardening

Just found this hat he left. I may or may not return it.

Bogan in his new backyard. I should mention that he’s staring at the back gate & door, waiting for B. #pdx

It would be impossible for me to convey how awesome it was to order Cuban coffee this morning with breakfast. First AM in #pdx & already we have a favourite breakfast joint. Also, I would give anything for B. to still be here. He started his drive back a little after 3pm, pst. I hope he comes back soon. Puppy & I already miss him like mad. #ldr #wywh

the-gasoline-station:

Swivelling pods allow the owners of this house in Tehran to adapt to Iran’s fluctuating temperatures by opening up rooms in summer, or turning them inwards during winter

So much yes. I’d be interested to hear how expensive they are to make, and how on earth we can get some made in places like New England & Canada where seasonal temperatures vary greatly. 

If you’re curious about the mechanism at work here:

Terraces had to be designed with foldable balustrades that tilt up or down as the pods are being rotated, to accommodate the changeable facade.

(via steampuff)

Things to look forward to.
(via Portland’s cider scene » Travel Portland)

You don’t want to know how many times we saw this sign. It grew more and more menacing each time. I think this was Washington. Or not. Who am I? #roadtrip

Montana may be Big Sky Country but so far, Washington has had some pretty damn big sky. #roadtrip

motleycraft-o-rama:

By Cerulean Sarah, on Ravelry.

I am insanely in love with this pattern. Adding to queue and swooning…

Squinting at the sun, Painted Canyon, ND. Friday, August 30. #roadtrip

tapdancers:

Keeping The Same Tabs Open For 9 Days Straight Because They Contain Information Relevant To Tasks You’re Too Lazy To Complete - A novel by me

Days? pffffffft. Try months. 

I may have a problem…

(via knitmecrazy)

Made it to Billings, MT. See you in Portland tomorrow, folks. #roadtrip

podkins:

Another colourful crocheted garland found over at the fab blog Ing-Things.

Any knitters out there got some favourite garland patterns? 

(via stitchesandhos)

gossamersong:

garnetk:

(via Ravelry: gbina’s Me Entrelac)


Queueing a bunch of stuff, setting myself free to delete things I no longer have a passion for. (There were like 69 drafts in there or something; silliness.)

This is not one of those things. LOOK AT IT, just look at that sucker.

This might be the only thing that would convince me to do entrelac again. I fucking hate entrelac. 

Once on the T, a woman sitting next to me stopped my hand. Actually grabbed my hand and told me I was doing it wrong, that I wasn’t finishing the rows (as is one’s wont when doing entrelac). For a brief second, I almost listened to her because several years earlier on the T, an old Russian woman who spoke no English tried to show me that I was twisting my stitches, and I didn’t understand her. I went back to knitting as I had before, it was only a month or so later, when I had to ktbl that I realised that that’s all I had been doing. I wish I could thank that lovely Russian woman for trying to show me, and slap the woman who grabbed my hand and tried to fuck up my entrelac. 

(via 6knitter6)