I'm into crochet. I love it just as much as knitting! I made some projects, as you know, and I'm really excited! Next week I'll probably knit. I got the pencil pattern here, and it was by Anne-Caroline Alard. The bowling pin pattern was a modification of a Tiny Panda pattern; made by Sharon Ojala and found here. I made the dragon myself. It's coming soon as a pattern!
Tiny Bowling Pin is apparently observing the pencil....
Here are the things I've been crocheting this weekend! ^-^
Happy knitting and crocheting!
Hey people! I'm really excited because I have a three-day weekend (Happy Martin Luther King Day in advanced!) and I finished midterms. Yay!!! ^-^
So today I've been making my fifth micro crochet project! I showed you the micro ghost and the micro heart. I made two micro doilies, but I can't find them... :P
Today I made a bowling pin! I planned to make a panda, but as I seamed what was going to be the head and body together, it started to look like a bowling pin, so I just added a face. I might make a panda, but that's a project for later. :)
I got the panda pattern here, and it was made by Sharon Ojala.
Oh yeah! By the way, the pin from the picture below, is waaaay smaller. It's about an inch. More or less...
Isn't she cute? Well, have a great weekend!
Hey people! Because it's a new year, I may change the blog a little. Picture of the Week has been so fun! I'm going to still make posts with pictures, and they will be pictures of the week, but I'll just call whatever I will call them normally. It's not that different, just a little name change. :) Also, I like how the picture was a little bigger in the last post, so just to let you know, I'm going to make the pictures bigger more often! I will make some columns every now and then, such as in the patterns and things like that, but I really love trying something new.
With a chance of subject, I finished my Tiny Dragon!
I loved how it turned out! ^-^ I'm planning to make another one, just a little smaller because it's with lace yarn.
Well, have a great weekend! :D
Unfortunately, the first picture I took was slightly blurry, so I'm going to show the second picture of the year! :)
Dadadada!!! It's my three-legged-tiny-dragon-without-any-wings-that-looks-like-a-dinosaur-a-little! I made it for a CAL on Ravelry. It's almost finished; I just need the wings, the fourth leg, and maybe some other things I'll add later.
I love how it's turning out!
Well, have a great day!
Sorry, I've been updating like crazy, so if you all are a little lost, here is what I changed:
-I put the chapters from Abracadabee in the blog, so you don't have to go to the stories page; it's in the blog sidebar!
-To save space on the navigation menu, I hid the Stories page. You can still go to it if I link the page. :)
-I put links on the chapters in the stories page, and it links to the blog post.
-I changed the color of the Site Title to white.
Well, I think that's it! :)
Chapter#3: Diary Be Gone
May 18, 1967
I am an observer. People may deny, but it is true. Yesterday I saw a strange girl in a light blue cloak. She seemed to be floating, and it didn’t seem right. For some reason no one noticed her. One old man almost bumped into her. The even stranger thing was she never went to my school, and she was so familiar; like I knew her and she was a part of me. I told my mom yesterday, and she said, “You’ll know when your job is done. My mom is like no other, and very poetic. She says things no one but I understands. This time, my mom said something I never heard before; something new; something weird. Then she vanished. A few hours later Aunt May came.”Hey, da’lin’, your job needs to be done.” I couldn’t figure out this ‘job’. “What job? What does this mean?” I shouted.
BAM. Silence. Then Aunt May, singer of all singers sang:
Yemni, anaz, O alinmo na ka; sinkia.
Let me sing this song to you.
Watch her now until you’re done,
Then you may just have some fun.
Protect us, then as you will see,
I just don’t belong to me.
Ok, I was frightened, but the words just sung meant something to me. Aunt May was an amazing singer, but she joked way too much. Her face looked pale, and her light brown hair turned black as I suddenly stared at her. She also vanished. I don’t get why all this strange things are happening in this specific period of my eleven-year-old life.
The last lines of the song certainly intrigued me...I just don’t belong to me...I have no idea how I memorized the song, just hearing it once. I felt so normal, yet so queer.
Walking down the street that day, I saw a tall person in the shadows. Whoever it was wore a black cloak, and they whispered to the wind. I felt that ‘person’ was following me ever since Aunt May sang that song. I still feel watched, and I haven’t seen Aunt May, nor my mother in a week. I was used to caring for myself alone, but not being alone for a long time. All these weird and strange and queer things are happening at this point in my life. If I don’t do anything, I’m sure
GET THIS DIARY ENTRY AND GIVE IT TO THE WIND. NOW.
The wind zoomed through the sky, and a young girl meandering across the soft park grass caught a crumpled paper. Her name was Mary. She was a normal kid in a normal town, according to her normal mom and her normal dad. Mary herself didn’t feel normal at all. She never told anyone in her family this, but she didn’t think her family was really her biological family. She felt…adopted. She looked nothing like them, first of all. Her mom, dad, and brothers had light brown hair and round blue eyes. Mary, on the other hand, also had blue eyes, but they were almond-shaped, and her hair was so dark brown it sometimes looked black. Of course, only Mary noticed these minor but important differences because she also noticed many other things that no one would ever even see.
The paper she picked up had what seemed to be a diary entry. It had tiny, neat, cursive handwriting scrawled through the page.
Mary stared at the paper. “Ooh, the handwriting is very neat,” she mumbled to herself. “I just don’t get how this paper would last this long, floating through the wind,” she wondered, as she saw the date, 1967.
Eager to read the mysterious paper, Mary dashed toward the nearest bench she saw and started reading. She had to reread at certain times because of the strange resemblance the writer seemed to have with her. The story was so strange, she couldn’t tell if it really happened, or if it was just a made-up story from someone’s journal. As she read the bottom of the paper, the sentence just stopped, just like that. The weird thing was there was a huge splatter of dark purple ink at the bottom.
“Hmm…maybe there is a back?” Mary questioned, as she turned the paper around.
She saw none of the tiny cursive handwriting, but instead, huge, eerie, printed handwriting that seemed to know who was reading it.
GET THIS DIARY ENTRY AND GIVE IT TO THE WIND. NOW.
Mary gasped, threw the entry as far away as possible, and panicked as she bolted home.
Chapter#2: Thoughts to Fly Past
Till my job is done…What job? Banishing evil? Is there a mission of some sort? thought Leesee.
What her mother told her wasn’t a usual thing a mother would say; then again, her mother was Abracadabee. She never wore usual clothes, for one thing. She didn’t look usual at all. She had about two feet long, light brown, dark, tangled hair. Her pale blue, wire glasses didn’t go well with her dark brown eyes. Every day she would wear a floating light blue cloak and a white nightgown no matter where she went. Her light gray scarf would wrap around the orb-like necklace she never took off. She made her daughter, Leesee different. Because her mother was an Abracadabee, all her strange actions passed down to her.
Luckily, no one noticed the queer traits of Leesee and her mother. They were never noticed; they appeared to always blend in with the busy town.
Perhaps Leesee had to know the surrounded people a little better? A light bulb rang above her head, as a flying, and random idea came to her: Go to school. This certain idea shined above all ideas she ever came up with, for some reason. She needed to become friends with her town, but they couldn’t know her as her, she had to be another type of person, one that hid her true self.
Leesee remembered how her mother told her years ago that her sister went missing. She thought of her broken family, separated within the universe. She only ever saw her mother. She never saw her sister. She never saw her dad. She never saw any of her grandparents, aunts, uncles, or cousins. She only saw her mother. Maybe, in those last eleven years, she did see her family, though it was too long ago. Maybe, her job was to bring her family together, even though she had no idea how she could ever do that. She had no idea how they looked like, though. She never saw any albums of any family members. Suddenly she felt her mother was hiding her past; her family. Maybe she was hiding everything.
The only person Leesee thought she knew was her mother. All her life, her mother was the one who guided her, taught her, helped her, and cared for her. Her mom even educated her, the things normal people taught normal kids, like how to read, write, and calculate numbers. Leesee loved her mother, no matter who she was, because she spent years caring for her.
They lived in a cottage-like house, away from the town, in the forest nearby. The house was filled with colorful flowers and herbs in the yard. Grass filled up the bare spots. Leesee never questioned why she was separated from everyone else, but she only became familiar with her surroundings. She also became familiar with the town surroundings, where she was instructed by her mother to stare at and observe.
It was time for a change. Leesee was prepared to reveal herself to the world, now her mother was gone. Instead of wearing light blue cloaks, blankets, and nightgowns, she was ready to transform herself into the girl everyone would think they know. Her helpful mother taught her how to live inside, and now she was going to teach herself how to live outside in the world. Holding the fancy paper with numbers her mom gave her years ago, Leesee sped down to the street to the store to buy what she need to fulfill her goal.
A young tiny girl is standing on a high hill. You see her whispering, but you can not make out the words. The clock struck midnight. As you watch her carefully, she seems to be saying, "Gone forever..." The wind and rain combine and create a storm. A muffled, ominous song starts to play. As the girl's long wavy hair blows freely in the wind, she closes her eyes. You can't hear her through the window, but she appears to be saying, "Spirit be gone..." The icy wind turns black, and surrounds the girl. She vanishes. "Evil..." whispers the wind. "Stolen..."
Chapter#1: The Mystery on Earth
Leesee lived her life as something to avoid. Being in charge of battling evil made her an Abracadabee; a human with ghostly powers. From what her mother told her three years ago, her family was part of the hundred Abracadabee roaming the earth. She was rare. She remembered the exact day her mom told her.
"Because of a nosy scientist's son, our kind is at risk. Master warned everyone. An evil spirit took away Liza, and apparently, the scientist's son saw it. 'Tis Master who knows everything....Liza was a terrible loss..." whispered Leesee's mother. A tear dripped down her cheek.
"Can I meet Master?" asked Leesee, not aware of what was going on.
"No. Too young. Too naïve. Besides, that is not the point."
"But why are you sad, mother?"
"I know you may not understand this, but your sister may never be seen again. Our kind is being searched by police and detectives."
"Shush. I am in a hurry. You are rare and talented. You are able to locate yourself at the park, but appear to be running to the store. You can deceive the eyes of people. You can vanish and you can defeat spirits just by controlling the wind. You have so many skills at a young age. We need you to develop those skills and stay strong. Every single Abracadabee will guard and roam an area. You will roam this city. I will travel somewhere else. All Abracadabee are separating to protect our kind and find their certain gift. They are protecting the earth. Good-bye, Leesee. We will meet again.”
A tear rolled down Leesee's cheek. She thought she would never see her mother again.
"When will you come back, mother?"
"When your job is done. Bye Leesee, I'll miss you."
"WAIT! What's my job?"
It was too late. Her mother vanished in the wind, leaving only her words behind. The sun hid behind the dark gray clouds. Leesee knew evil was lurking in the shadows of the town, but she just couldn’t figure out where. Her mother hadn’t warned her about the possible evil in the streets on Earth. Leesee closed her eyes and whispered unfamiliar words in another language. Those were the words used to surround with wind and banish any evil except for one no one ever saw: Black Wind. Leesee was sure it was a myth. She was positive, actually. She figured whatever it was, was long gone.
Still to this day, Leesee spent those three years finding her job. Now eleven, Leesee strolled across the freezing cold street, hidden by blankets and thick cloaks, seeking her unfinished job.
The sun hid behind the dark gray clouds hinting something was wrong. Something had to be fixed.
I decided to just write the chapters in the blog because I'm editing all the pages. Again, Happy New Year!
Hey guys it's Phia! Welcome to my little online world. I'm a 15 year-old knitter and crocheter that especially loves making tiny things. I also enjoy dance, drawing, writing, photography, kawaii stuff...well there's more cuz it's a long list. You might occasionally see some of those things on here too. Oh yeah, and if you couldn't guess, my favorite color is orange. ^-^
I try to design my own patterns every now and then...I'm currently in the tiny amigurumi field.
As you are following this blog, beware of my extreme procrastination. I used to laugh at this but it's a serious issue.
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