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i had an idea for “false rosaries” after forgetting to put back beads in a chain rosary i saved from the garbage (they look like rosaries but theyre missing important elements so no theyre not) and in the pursuit of materials for making crosses (not crucifixes) and stations i ended up discovering the joys of oven bake polymer clay and i made these things
i still have beads in a bag waiting to be used for an actual “false rosary” but for now im proud of my conquests and am taking a nice little break bc i earned it 😇
Jul 1, 2025
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the circle one was the first one i made and i made the square yesterday and the clover today. im on a roll. it's the closest i can get to meditation
Mar 18, 2025
this was my first ever time making a bracelet as a surprise gift. took abt two hours and a lot of assistance from @ clementine … but i think i kind of have a hold on it now so i definitely want to try again and make smth for myself next time 🙌🏼
Apr 16, 2025
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I saw a girl make a beaded F1 shirt and just had to make it. so now im obssessed with beaded embroidery. its for the patient but i like how my hands move and i like creating with my hands. theres this book im reading about creativity and all that. the guy from the book has a desk with nothing digital, only paper pens scissors just things to create with. a craft table if you will.
Apr 22, 2025
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i had a lot of mental health issues as a kid and had chronic self-ending thoughts and behaviors, so when i got out of high school almost a decade ago (CHRIST) i went to the university of iowa just to be somewhere else. that said, it’s hard to build a future somewhere if you never anticipated ever HAVING a future. after realizing how shit a major i chose for myself, i dropped out without telling anyone and floated aimlessly for two years in Iowa City. while i learned a lot about myself in Iowa City and experienced real community i was not secure enough in myself to actually let MYSELF in. instead i threw myself to the wolves and did not take care of myself physically or mentally and got into genuinely dangerous situations out of self destructiveness. i ended up back in my hometown after two years of crashing out and being a feral shithead to people who just wanted to be nice to me. i havent been back since. i cant bring myself to and im starting to question why.
this porch belongs to a coop i stayed at and eventually burned bridges with (bridges are hard to maintain when youre feral and self negligent). i also did a ukulele set alongside my friends for a lil summer show while i was living there, and its a very positive memory for me- one of the few things i ACTUALLY vividly remember from then between the trauma and the psychosis and the lack of sleep. its a nice porch- nice enough that despite everything i STILL dont want to forget it.
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