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I found them at the bins and couldn’t let them go to the landfill. Some of my favorites are on the rest of the pictures. The quilting ones will go to my friend, I’ll trade some on r/craftexchange and the rest will be donated to my local free art supply charity :) submitted by /u/craftyfuzzybee to r/ThriftStoreHauls [link] [comments]

I'm excited to share this free pattern with you all again! 🤗 It's been a couple of years since I first published it, and I'm thrilled to welcome my new followers to the Elendan crochet world! 🐬❤ Here's the no sew baby shark pattern: I used hook 1.75 mm with yarn 100g/200m, though yo can take other suitable for you yarn and hook. ch - chain sl st - slip stitch sc - single crochet dc - double crochet ddc - double double crochet (treble crochet) inc - increase dec - decrease Head & body Start with magic ring (or as you usually start spiral crocheting). 4 sc 4 inc (8) (inc, sc) x 4 (12) (inc, 2 sc) x 4 (16) 5 -7. sc in each stitch (16) dec, 6 sc, dec, 6 sc (14) dec, 5 sc, dec, 5 sc (12) dec, 4 sc, dec, 4 sc (10) dec, 3 sc, dec, 3 sc (8) dec, 2 sc, dec, 2 sc (6) dec, sc, dec, sc (4) Do not fasten off, we'll continue making tail. Tail Make 6 chains. Beginning from 2nd chain from hook make 3 slip stitches, 1 sc, 1 dc. Insert hook into 2nd sc of last row of body, make 4 ch. Beginning from 2nd ch from hook make 2 sl st, 1 sc. Upper flipper Insert hook between 8 and 9 rows at the top of body where decrease was made. Make 5 ch. Beginning from 2nd ch from hook make 1 sl st, 1 sc, 1 dc, 1 ddc. Join with body making sl st between rows 6 and 7. Side flippers Iinsert hook into 6 row of body. Make 4 ch. Beginning from 2nd ch from hook make 1 sc, 2 dc. Join with body making sl st between rows 8 and 9. Fasten off, hide yarn tail inside. Please, give credit to ElenDan social media pages when you show your works made with this pattern 🤗 Have crochet joy! 🐟 amigurumi #nosewcrochetpattern #freecrochetpattern #crochetpattern #sharkcrochetpattern submitted by /u/elen_dan to r/crochet_toys [link] [comments]

Hey all, Just wanted to share links to my free pattern collections. If you haven't downloaded the free pattern from Seamwork - the Easton quilted jacket - you might want to do so soon. They swap out their free patterns seasonally. Use the links below to see the collections: Free Garment Sewing Patterns Free Quilt Patterns Free Bags & Accessories Patterns Free Knitting & Crochet Patterns Just a reminder - this is a curated list, not all-inclusive. I only include patterns I've actually dowloaded. The links tab has a link to where you can find the pattern and you'll also see links to projects I've made with the pattern if available. Make sure you have free patterns filter selected at the top, otherwise you'll see both paid & free patterns. If you notice any errors or patterns that are no longer free, please let me know and I'll update my collection. Feel free to share! Happy making! submitted by /u/bmaking to r/freepatterns [link] [comments]

I am NOT OOP, OOP is u/BackgroundHeater Originally posted to r/AITAH Previous BoRUs: #1, #2 [New Update]: AITAH for only staying with my dad when I come home for breaks since my stepdad said he doesn’t like me being at my mom’s? Trigger Warnings: favoritism, manipulation, neglect, emotional abuse Mood Spoilers: thoroughly depressing Editor’s note: removed older relevant comments for space in this latest BoRU RECAP Original Post: November 10, 2025 I’m 21f and in my junior year of college, I go to school 3.5 hours away and usually only go home in breaks. My parents have been divorced since I was 7, both are remarried with other kids. My mom is married to Rich (47f/48m) and they have two sons 8 and 10. My dad and stepmom (50m/45f) have a 12-year-old son and I have two stepsisters 22 and 24. I had a good childhood, though, and always got along with everyone I thought. Before I left this summer, Rich was coaching my brothers soccer team and gave me his phone so my younger brother could play a game on it. At one point the phone shut off so I plugged it into my battery pack and when it turned back on there was a text from his brother saying, “yeah that’s rough but at least she’s gone most of the time”. I saw the text it was responding to and it basically said that Rich always preferred when I was at my dad’s house, and said all stepparents probably feel the same way so he doesn’t feel bad. I didn’t snoop anymore and gave the phone back to my brother. I still plan on seeing and hanging out with my mom and brothers, but I told her I was just going to stay at my dads on breaks from now on. I didn’t tell her why, but I always hated having two houses anyways. I never wanted to just pick one because I love them both, and they always said they all loved me being there and missed me when I was gone. I feel stupid for believing them but I guess that’s growing up. I told my dad and stepmom it was because my mom was having work done on her house and they’re thrilled I’ll be staying there (I think?). My mom is upset, but I told her it will just make things easier. I don’t want to start a fight between her and Rich, and won’t make a big deal about anything. I plan on living at home for a while after I graduate to save money, and it’ll just be easier to go towards just staying at one house anyways. I know my mom’s sad, but I think this is the best for everyone and will make the most people happy. My boyfriend thinks I should just keep staying at both, but idk I’m excited about just having one place to stay. But am I the asshole for not staying at my mom’s part of the time? Edit: I really don’t know if I’m ready to talk to my mom about this, guys. We had some rough years when I was a teenager and it’s a little better now, but it would be devastating to find out she felt the same way. When I say I’m an adult it just means that I don’t depend on her anymore, not that I think I’m mature if I was I would probably have already told her and not asked reddit lol. But that’s not going to be an easy discussion, and I’m already hurting a lot. I know she’s hurting, too, but I’m still the kid and I’m just saying that it’s going to hurt a lot. I’m probably going to tell her, I just can’t right now I’m sorry AITAH has no consensus bot, OOP received mixed responses, but mostly leaning toward NTA   Update #1: November 16, 2025 (six days later) I posted a few days ago about accidentally seeing a text on my stepdads phone of him saying that he preferred for me to be at my dad’s, so I decided that when I come home from college I would only stay with my dad. Everyone told me to tell my mom, some nicely but some not. I really didn’t want to do that. But sorry I came across as argumentative. It wasn’t on purpose it was just like - the thing is that it felt like way more people cared about my mom’s feelings over mine. And I get it, I’ve always done that too but I’ve been working on it. But I took all of your advice and talked to my mom. I wish I hadn’t. She had called me a few times about Thanksgiving and the plan, and then was telling me I should just stay with them. So I told her that I just felt like Rich doesn’t love it when I’m there. I didn’t tell her about the text, I just knew she’d yell at me and accuse me of snooping even though I absolutely didn’t. I just said I got the feeling that things were easier for them when I stayed at my dad’s. She told me that of course it was easier when I wasn’t there, it’s hard having someone who only lives with you part of the time because it’s harder to bond and plan around, and messes up routines. She said it really nonchalantly like of course it’s cold in the winter. I wish she had just left it at that, but then she was saying that I’m too much like my dad and reminded them too much of him. That hurt because my dad has said something similar before, so it’s like I can’t make anyone happy. She told me that I’m an adult now and should have already realized these things, but that she still loves me and wants me there, but these things are complicated and she didn’t like feeling as if I preferred or “picked” my dad over her. I got mad, I felt like she was just defending her stupid husband trying to force me out of their lives and not listening to me and she told me that she defends me to Rich all the time bc blended families are just complicated. I told her I was going to still stay at my dad’s then so she wouldn’t have to keep dealing with all that, but she basically insinuated my dad and stepmom probably felt the same way. That hurt a lot and I hung up on her after asking her to have my back for once in my freaking life. I think I just knew deep down that she felt this way, so I wish I hadn’t talked to her about it. I just feel so bad. I wish I had just kept my mouth shut and done my original plan which was to tell her that my stepsister had asked me to help her with her baby and that’s why I was staying there but I had to make it all worse. I guess she told Rich because he ended up calling me. I didn’t answer but he left a voicemail and apologized. He said was sorry if anything he did or said made me think that he didn’t want me around, he didn’t intend for that m. But he didn’t, you know, deny any of it so it didn’t make me feel any better. I won’t be returning his call anyways. I haven’t really talked to them since. I texted to ask what the times for Thanksgiving were because every year I have to figure out how to make all of the houses work, but haven’t heard back. She does this sometimes so I’m not too worried, I’m sure she’ll reach back out if she feels bad or needs something. I know some people pointed out it’s unfair to my stepmom (and dad) for me to stay with them full-time because they probably feel the same way, but I don’t have anywhere else I can stay when I’m home. My boyfriend says I could stay with him at his parents but idk how I’d explain that, and they’re from Mexico so I’d need to go home anyways to get my passport. So I am going to stay at my dad’s and just hope that they don’t feel the same as my mom and stepdad. But I guess I feel like if even my mom feels that way, it’s likely my dad does, too, and that sucks to know. Before anyone says anything, no I’m not going to tell my dad any of this. If you had divorced parents you’ll understand. You can’t really complain about the other parent or they just gloat and make it all about them. Also, I wasn’t a bad kid. I had good grades, played sports, had a job, and didn’t get into trouble. My parents are just really critical of me. I think I just remind them too much of the other and as I got older I got sick of always being nitpicked over every little thing I do, so I stood up for myself and they didn’t like that. But I don’t regret it. I did talk to my dad, he said he was thrilled I’d be staying with him and that they loved having me there. But sometimes I think he exaggerates. Idk if he and my stepmom feel the same as my mom and rich, but if they do I’d rather not know now. Let’s just say I won’t be going through my stepmoms phone. I don’t know. I graduate next year and figured I’d live at home for a bit to save money. But now I kind of feel like I don’t belong at either house in the end. My boyfriend and I have talked about moving to the coast after college and that would be nice. I feel like all of this has really changed how I view like my entire childhood and it sucks that maybe I was never really as wanted as I thought. Idk, it sucks. My boyfriend says I should try to look at it as a good thing, as weird as that sounds. Like freeing? I always felt like I owed a lot to my parents and needed to make them happy, but maybe I don’t, and I guess that is kind of freeing. My boyfriend also told my friend he was going to propose in the spring, which is exciting. I am in no hurry though, we’ve been together for years but I never wanted to be married before I was 25, but with everything going on who knows.   I know it’s the right thing to do, but I REALLY don’t want to give up my (21f) room at my dad’s.: November 26, 2025 (10 days later from the previous update) I’m 21f and in my junior year college. My parents are divorced and I recently had a falling out with my mom and stepdad, so I have been only staying with at my dad’s when I go home. The falling out was basically because I found out that my mom and stepdad thought it was easier and less stressful when I wasn’t there / at my dad’s, so I’m just giving them what they want. At my dad’s is dad 50m stepmom Dana 45, her daughters Callie 24 and Sienna 22, Sienna’s son Aaron, and my 12 year old half bro Sam. Maybe (almost certainly) it doesn’t matter, but the house was the one I was born and raised in, and my room there has literally always been my room. It’s a five bedroom house and all of us have our own room, Sienna shares with Aaron. I went back this week, and had asked to talk to Dana. She took me to lunch and when we got there admitted she had wanted to talk to me, too. Aaron turns 3 soon, and she thinks it would be good for him to have his own room. Since I’m going to be spending half my Xmas break with my boyfriend and his family, she thought it would be sweet to surprise him on Christmas morning with his own room. Which yes will be adorable. She said that when I came back in town for whatever Sienna would share a room with Callie so I would still have my own space. I know I should say “of course! Let me help you decorate!” and idk why I just can’t. Like, I am 21, go to school, and only come back for breaks and summers. Of course the kiddo living there all the time should have his own room. Plus, I haven’t told them this, but I accepted an internship in the same city and my bf’s internship this summer, so I won’t be coming home. I don’t need a shrine to myself at my dad’s house when it could go to better use. And my room is kinda the best room. It has two windows and is slightly bigger than the others. And she doesn’t know about my falling out with my mom because I haven’t told anyone on that side. Aaand I might not even move back to my hometown if I get a job where my internship is. But - and I know this is sooo selfish - I go home randomly, like decide the day before, and even if Sienna actually is fine sharing with Callie, I’d feel like I couldn’t just pop home whenever I want, she’d need notice. I was planning on bringing my boyfriend down more since we’re getting pretty serious, and I don’t think I could do that if I was staying in her room. And I know if I wasn’t fighting with my mom, it wouldn’t even be an issue because I could just stay there. So that’s kind of on me. So I didn’t really give an answer I know if I said something my dad would stop it, he was saying last night that Callie and Sienna could share a room full time and there’s no point in me moving my stuff. Dana didn’t really say anything, but I don’t think she agrees with him. I think there’s an unspoken understanding that my parents are paying all of my rent and tuition while I’m in school. I work in summers and holidays but not when I’m in school and that’s just fun money. So it’s like they’re paying for me to have my own room still lol. And Sienna and my dad used to not get along great. Callie was happy for him to be in their lives, but their dad is kinda a piece of crap and I think anytime my dad did anything for them Sienna wanted her dad to be doing it. But it’s gotten a lot better since she had Sam, my dad helped her a lot in dealing with her asshole ex and her own dad basically never calls, and they have ended up mending things. So I kind of feel like my dad’s shown me I should help family even if you’re not a huge fan and I should do so, too? I’m not asking if I am the a-hole, because I know I am. I have a job at home on holidays and all my coworkers think I should let him have it. My best friend said that it would be the nice thing to do. Obviously my dads side is for it. The only person who hasn’t said I should is my boyfriend, but it might just be because he’s taking my side lol. Sienna and I used to fight all the time, just like we were the same age and pretty different and I was always jealous she got to spend more time with my dad. And it’s been better… but not great. She goes to the same bar as my mom, and I guess told her about it since she doesn’t know we’re fighting. But now my mom’s been texting me like, see you’ll need to stay with us anyways so stop being a brat. Sorry I’m rambling. I only get to see my therapist once a month and won’t be able to again until December 17th lol. And I’m trying not to annoy my all of my friends with my drama. I know I can get annoying and don’t want to burn them out.   Update #2: November 29, 2025 (three days later) Holy snow. I had a bunch I wanted to do today and am stuck inside. It’s fine but disappointing, I’ve had a really bad week. Just a recap: I found some texts on my dad’s phone that basically said he preferred it when I was at school (a few hours away) or at my dad’s. They have two kids at their house. I asked my mom about it and she basically confirmed that it’s a pain when I’m there but she likes me being there, it’s just inconvenient. She also impkisaid d that my dad and stepmom felt the same way. It was brutal and I was pretty devastated. I went home this week for thanksgiving and wanted to talk to my stepmom. Instead before I could talk she ended up “asking” me if it was ok for me to give up my room for my stepsister Sienna (22)’s son Aaron whose about to turn 3. Since both my stepsisters (I have another whose 24) and my 12-year-old half-brother also live there and it’s only 5 bedrooms, and since I’m only there sometimes, it makes sense. But it was not a good time and I tried for a few days to try to tell them no, and even told my dad what was going on with my mom. But it was like the decision had already been made and they just wanted my buy in. And maybe for me to clean out my room. On Thanksgiving my stepmom outed me to my dad about how I started taking Wellbutrin recently. My mom and dad are both doctors, but they’re surgeons and not psychiatrists and I hate it when they know my medical business anyways. Idk how my stepmom even found out. (editor's note: Wellbutrin, also known as bupropion, is an antidepressant) So I ended up taking all of my stuff I care about and leaving early the day after Thanksgiving. I’m back at my apartment where I go to school. It’s lonely and snowing, but my boyfriend (26m) changed his flight so he could come back to town sooner when he found out. I hope he’s not delayed but I’m sure he will be and I feel bad. I told both my parents I’m not going home for Christmas. I have nowhere to stay despite my mom saying I should just stay with her. I don’t want to. I was only going to spend one week with my boyfriend’s family but they said I could stay the whole time so I will. I hope I’m not an imposition but I’ll be helping out as much as I can. So idk. I haven’t even told them that I got an internship this summer in New York. It’s was an incredibly competitive one and all of my friends and their parents know and that was nice telling them. But I know when I tell my parents they’re going to be mad they found out last so I keep putting it off. So yeah, here I am stuck in the snow waiting for people to come back into town because my parents suck. Maybe I’ll make a snowman friend 🤣 if anyone knows the best season of 90 day fiance for me to binge on hbo today I’d appreciate it lol! Please don’t tell me to go to therapy. I already am and it’s just whatever.   ----NEW UPDATE---- Update #3: January 6, 2026 (1.5 months later) Happy New Year everyone! Thanks for all of your advice and everything on the issues with my parents. I know it's all been a little complicated, but I am soooo happy now. I'M ENGAGED!!!!!!!! I obviously didn’t go home for the holidays. After our last exam my boyfriend, I'll call him Gabe, and I flew to SoCal where his parents live and stayed with them for a few days. My dad came out for a few days, just him so that was nice. I got a lot of gossip on my stepsisters so that was fun. Oh! and I got another win. I was pretty angry about my room at my dads and my stepsister taking it for her son, and all I could think was about how my brother (half-brother) is 12 and in the smallest room. Why should a toddler have the biggest? So I kind of made a whole stink about it with my dad and his mom. Dana couldn't really argue and had to deal with Sienna being a huge b about it, but now my brother has my old room! (my dad said that Sienna 'probably' had planned on giving my room not to her son, but to herself after a few beers). He deserves it, he's the sweetest kid ever. Anyways, back to the exciting news!! He proposed on the beach on NYE. He was going to propose on his favorite beach back in Mexico but instead we went to a beach he'd never been to before. It was BEAUTIFUL and now it's our beach :) He technically proposed with his grandmother's ring, which is beautiful but so big and kind of scary, and he knows how anxious I get, so he also got me a plain gold band I can wear daily. He knows I don't want to get married until after college, and definitely don't want kids until I'm probably 27-30, and is ok with that. He said he just didn't want to not be engaged to me any longer :) We'll probably get married in the winter of 2027 or spring of 2028, and will be living together this summer and all of next semester (it's important for me to live with someone before I marry them). And his family has been SO WELCOMING! All of the women on his mom's side have worn the same veil for over 100 years at their wedding, they said it's not a big deal if it's not my style and his aunt even offered to sew me a new one that I like more, but it's so pretty! They said we could circle back after I pick out my dress and I really want to invite them dress shopping with me! I usually get anxious about telling my parents these things, because I never know who to call first. But it was late and my three half-brothers have a discord together, so I just logged in and told them (because why WOULDNT they be online at 1130pm?) I guess they disseminated the info and my stepmom texted me on the group chat the next day asking it if was true. I sent them a picture of us and the ring. My mom called and wanted to start talking about logistics, and said she would take me dress shopping. I told her I wanted his mom and aunts invited. She asked if I wanted to invite my stepmom (not in a nice way, more so in a 'well you know dana will never be able to do something like this with her girls) and I said I'd think about it. I feel so much better. Everything this past semester seems so silly now. Who cares about having a room at my parents'? I don't need that. I'm getting married! I will be living with my fiance/ husband! I haven't told them about my internship yet, that's just a future me problem but it'll be fine. Thank you for all of your advice and for hearing me whine in my posts - I think I'm going to be just great :) Editor's note: Again, OOP has made lots of responses, I am posting the top common questions asked and responses Relevant Comments Commenter 1: I’m so happy for you. It sounds like you’ll be much more ‘wanted’ at his families place, so I would just go there for holidays. Put energy into people who put energy into you. And don’t invite your stepmom to your wedding dress shopping. She has two daughters, she can do it with them. I personally don’t think she deserves to be there for it given how she’s treated you and bulldozed over your feelings. And do the wedding dress shopping near you or your fiancés family, your mom can travel if she wants to attend. There’s two of your fiancés family coming so it makes more sense. OOP: I want to go shopping in New York when I’m there this summer for sure. I probably won’t invite Dana. My stepsisters probably won’t have a big wedding like I’ll have but I’m sure she can take them one day. OOP responds to comments regarding the living environment when she comes home and stays with one of her parents and their partners OOP: Hm. I guess my mom is still my mom. She still insists I have a room at her house and I am always welcome there. Meanwhile Dana schemed to give my room to her grandson so that her daughter would stop bothering her. I feel like that was the line in the sand. I probably would have invited her and included her in everything before that, but after her little antics with my room she is just my dad’s wife now. + But Dana also outed me for taking antidepressants and disregarded my protests about losing my room. Even when I told her the reason. It’s clear that she thinks her girls and grandson need to be prioritized over me. While my mom has said, in front of him, that my stepdads opinion doesn’t matter and I should come home whenever I want. I told her since I’m engaged now we’d probably get a hotel when we come home and she’s offered to pay for them, but reiterated we can stay at her house. Dana has just shown her ass and her true feelings about me and ruined our relationship beyond fixing. Downvoted Commenter: Well, like I said: the room situation was handled badly but it does make sense. Let me ask you this way: if you still didn't know about mom and SD situation and your SM asked you about the room, would you still be so pissed off? As for the medicine - yeah, that's true, but honestly, if I found out something like that about my kid, I would probably out this as well to its mother. The only thing I am unsure of is if she did it out of spite. As for your mom, I know she said that but words don't mean anything. Actions do and so far she didn't do anything to prove it (to my knowledge, unless I missed it in some of your posts). I honestly think it was just a damage control especially after she agreed with her husband. OOP: I get what you’re saying with your question, but the reality is that it doesn’t matter. I did know the situation, and I even told her about it and she still went forward. I’m also 21, my medication is not her business to spread. Again, I appreciate it and I don’t want you to think I’m blowing what you’re saying off. But at least I know where I stand with my mom, while Dana has been pretty sneaky. Commenter 2: Are you and your dad good? OOP: Yeah I guess. I don’t really have beef with him too much. Commenter 3: Congratulations on the engagement! To be very blunt... I am concerned about your rather abrupt shift from "crashing out" about your room at your dad's, and how your mom is taking your step-dad's side with not liking you being there... Are you still refusing to have a FULLY open and honest conversation with your parents about all of this? Because I COMPLETELY believe that the reason your mom didn't support you is that you are trickling the information to her, rather than having an actual conversation with her. That your refusal to actually TALK to your dad/step-mom is part of the problems THERE. I understand the preference for privacy. But you are falling into the same trope that every. single. person. in a relationship drama movie does... most, if not all, of the issues in the situation could be quickly addressed by a very blunt and honest conversation. And you could then get past "crashing out" much more easily if you actually TALK IT OUT. And I'm not saying do a piece-meal discussion. Because if you are talking to them in the same way that people had to drag details out of you on reddit, then it's easy to see that they aren't aware of the full situation because you refuse to actually address it. I apologize, but your refusal to address the issues is a pattern. And one that could easily continue into your relationship, engagement, eventual marriage. Finding that strength to actually confront the issues head-on will help you in your familial relationships, and will help you set the groundwork for an open and honest relationship with your fiancé'. Trust me, I've been married for 20 years this year. It's work, blood sweat tears. And the best tool in our marriage toolbox, that helps us maintain a strong partnership? Constant open, and PAINFULLY honest communication. In the beginning, both she and I would do the same piece-meal talking like you've been doing... and it doesn't work. At all. And we constantly were having miscommunications and misunderstandings. Resentment and anger, because WE WEREN'T TALKING. So, talk. Talk. TALK. Hiding from stuff, making excuses, "oh, it's so silly, I'm engaged, that stuff isn't worth it!" to hide from addressing it doesn't help anyone. OOP: I think it’s more so that I’ve realized it doesn’t matter. I don’t need to be close with my mom like other girls are, and I can’t compare my life to my stepsisters because our lives are simply different. I can’t compare have surface level relationships with my parents and stepparents and that’s fine. I have my own stuff going on and they’re not the center of my life anymore.   DO NOT COMMENT IN LINKED POSTS OR MESSAGE OOPs – BoRU Rule #7 THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT OOP submitted by /u/Choice_Evidence1983 to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]

I have never really experienced a Renaissance Festival before so I really wanted to go all out for it. I went one time when I was a baby but I have no memories of it so I'm considering this my first one. I spent 2 days on this costume, it was kind of a rush job right before the Faire 😅. It's made out of some cotton tablecloths, cotton twine, a basket lid, and some stuff I found around the house. I didn't have a huge budget for this outfit so there was a lot of improvisation. I was actually able to get this all together for just around $40. I sewed everything together myself. I can provide patterns to anyone interested FOR FREE, I had to make them myself because I couldn't find any good resources online. I also braided and dyed all the ropes and accessories by hand (not for authenticity sake just because it saved pennies 🥹). I'm very proud of the hood as that was the accessory I was most scared of messing up. I'm super happy with how it came out, and especially happy with all 3ft of my (comically) long liripipe. Thankfully a lot of people knew what I was :) I was a little scared people wouldn't recognize me, but I got a lot of compliments and it was a blast taking pictures with people. I really love this community and I hope to go to many more festivals in the future!! Thank y'all for reading :) submitted by /u/FragEnjoyer to r/renfaire [link] [comments]

Hello everyone! I recently came across the free pattern to this adorable Baby Yoda. The free instructions, however, are leaving me with questions. I think I can guess where the arms and legs are sewn on, but I’m mostly having trouble with the robe. Right now, my robe simply looks like a flat rectangle. I know I still have the sew the sleeves on, which will help make it look like a robe, of course, but from the photo, it looks like it has been folded in a certain way to make it look… well, like the photo. I could use some help with this part. I noticed that the pattern’s creator said that she was going to be selling an in-depth version of this pattern which would be much longer than the free version, and I was hoping she’d explain the robe section a bit further; however, it seems like she put her Etsy site on pause. Did anyone by chance ever see the in-depth pattern? Or does anyone have any suggestions on how I’d turn this rectangle of a robe I have into what we’re seeing in the photo? Thank you so much. submitted by /u/Historical_Art_1802 to r/CrochetHelp [link] [comments]

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I am not The OOP, OOP is u/pookythedog Me [25F] with my live-in boyfriend [28M] of 4½ years, am I blowing this out of proportion or should I really be nervous? Editors Note: this is a LONG post about OOP leaving an abusive Jeckll & Hyde relationship TRIGGER WARNING: Domestic abuse, verbal abuse, gaslighting, threats MOOD SPOILER: Terrifying but hopeful for OOP in the end Original Post Apr 5, 2016 Sorry in advance for the wall. George and I have been together for a long time now. He’s going to propose to me this summer after I graduate (I went back to college for a second degree), we’re planning our wedding and honeymoon, designing our future house, and we talk about the child we want to have someday. I think it’s pretty safe to say things are serious between us, and we’re deeply in love. However, things have not been so easy for us in the past. Our combined anxiety has caused a lot of grief for us. I’m still struggling with being abandoned and left to fend for myself as a child, and he’s struggling with deep fears from past abuse by his father, brother, and ex-wife, who were all mentally and physically abusive. Understand that George is so sweet and loving. He does his best to help me and encourage me any way he can, and it’s clear to me that he wants me to succeed and be happy. But with George it’s like a Jekyll-Hyde thing. Sometimes I can’t even believe my wonderful boyfriend could swap so quickly. When he asked for a pre-nup, I understood: his ex stole everything he owned and left him homeless for months. When he gets nervous and withdrawn in response to my stress, I get it: his dad was abusive whenever something stressful happened. And maybe it’s just my own anxiety, but things are starting to get precarious for me. About once every 2 weeks he asks me if I’m cheating. His ex cheated on him multiple times. Sometimes he just randomly asks, “Are you cheating?” and I’ve been patient because I understand how anxiety can be. I make sure to always show him who I’m texting and snapchatting, and I let him answer my texts when he hears the tone, and see my call logs. Other times it gets more serious. Some months ago he announces that he knows I’m cheating, because he found, in the trash, a carryout bag and the remnants of a dinner for two from a restaurant he’d never been to. I point out that it was from the week prior when I’d gone to a café to meet my sister, and I let the leftovers go bad and just threw them out. But it’s only after I show him an Instagram picture of the meal and a pic of me and my sister from the same place that he believes me. Another time, he says he knows (he uses that word) I’m cheating because he saw a picture on Meetme of me in my underwear in somebody else’s house. I ask him to show me the picture, and he says it’s already been deleted, and admits it was just from the shoulders-down. I invite him to look at every piece of underwear that I own to see if it looked familiar. He admitted, after searching, that the woman had been wearing a black bra, and he remembered I don’t own one of those because I like white shirts and they always show underneath. After he remembered, he calmed down. This last time was the most serious of all. I’ve been stressed due to midterms this past week, and I’ve been nonstop studying in the library. I always study in the same place, by a window in the library, and he’s come along and brought me food and helped me study. When I’m stressed, I can get pretty withdrawn, especially when I’ve got a lot to do. I noticed he was getting more and more nervous about it, which cumulated (I thought) in my accidentally spilling water off my nightstand and swearing up a storm. I said over and over again that it had nothing to do with him, NOTHING was directed at him, he wasn’t even in the room at the time, but he accused me of taking out my stress on him. After that he was extremely withdrawn and moody. The next day I was boxing things up to send back home to my parents, and I hear music suddenly blaring from the kitchen and I find George in there cooking dinner, which is something we always do together. I’m in a good mood and I try to join him but he doesn’t let me. He keeps saying that I need to stop being rude to him. I had apologized for every wrong he cited against me, but he maintained that he was just tired of my behavior and, in my mind, it felt like he was deliberately holding on to those past wrongs. This eventually leads to a pretty huge fight, where I shout at him that he’s making my life hell right now on top of all my other stress, and he calls me a cunt and a stupid bitch. I respond by calling him a childish asshole. He runs out the door to go buy cigs down the block, and I leave too, and head back to the library. I stay there until 2AM, studying. When I get home, the first thing I notice is that the front window is shattered. This scares the shit out of me. George has thrown things and broken things before (never at me, never my stuff), so I was afraid of what kind of mood he was in. I go inside and he’s still awake, waiting for me. I don’t say anything to him, it’s very late, I’m tired, and I have an exam in the morning, so I take a shower to help me sleep, I change into my PJs and prepare a bed on the couch, because I don’t want to be near him. As I’m settling in, he walks in and demands to know why “there’s fresh cum” on my panties. I can’t even believe what I’m hearing. He shows me my panties, and it’s SO ridiculous, because he knows I’d been dealing with a yeast infection these past few days, which causes white discharge, and requires white-ish medication. The stuff on my panties is so obviously not cum, but he absolutely believes it is. So we fight. I bring up the yeast infection and he seems to realize that I’m right because he immediately abandons that argument and switches to how I’ve been “disrespecting” him this past week, and he won’t stand for it anymore. I ask how I’ve been disrespecting him. He brings up how I didn’t walk him out of the library the times he’s joined me there. I point out that he always needs to leave before I’m done studying, so I want to stay and keep studying, and I think that’s reasonable. He says I’m ungrateful for his bringing me food and flash-cards in the library. I say that I do remember thanking him, and he finally admits that he’s “grasping at straws” but that he does feel disrespected. I say that it’s his anxiety, and I ask him to please realize that, I try to remind him that we’re best friends and we love each other, and I would never do anything to try and hurt him, but he snidely tells me to go talk to my therapist about it (he doesn’t believe in therapy). He won’t stop yelling until I hide under the covers, plug my ears, and start crying. Then he shouts that I’m “not a victim” and leaves me alone finally, but my anxiety keeps me up all night, and I end up failing one of my tests the next day because I’m so tired and my eyes are so grainy from crying. By the next afternoon we’re back on speaking terms. He admits that he knew there wasn’t cum on my panties, because he drove by the library a few times and saw me studying there in the window where I always study. I feel very nervous about this because I realize that even with definitive proof, with his own eyes, that I didn’t do anything wrong, he still went ahead and accused me. Recently we watched Horns together, and I mentioned that I thought it was unrealistic how the best friend became a psychopath out of nowhere. I thought, given they’d known him his whole life, there would have been some signs that indicated he was crazy, and his friends would’ve had a hunch. George said he wasn’t surprised: he said that he believed anyone could snap and become a rapist/murderer out of nowhere, and people could hide their true intentions no matter how well you think you know them. He cited the time his sister-in-law (married to his abusive brother) tried to strangle him out of nowhere. I know he’s very distrustful of everyone, so I understand why he said that, but still, it made me afraid. The last few days have been so difficult for me. I already feel very sick to my stomach with nerves. I brought up what he said about Horns, and kind of half-jokingly asked if he was going to kill me. He says no but that he does sometimes imagine “punching me in the face.” I tell him I sometimes think of punching him, too, but I would never actually do that, and he should never do that either because I will leave. He just laughs and says he won’t, and I think the conversation is over, except he suddenly says, “If you cheated on me, I think I’d be angry enough to try and kill you, and probably succeed.” I respond by saying I would probably be angry enough to kill him if he cheated, but I wouldn’t actually hurt him. He doesn’t really have a response for that. Yesterday he said it again. I mentioned how one of my friends and her now-husband went celibate for their entire engagement period (1-year). He casually responds, “That sounds horrible. I think if I had to go more than two weeks without sex I’d probably freak out and kill you.” This made my stomach do a flip-flop because it was the second time in two days. I say something like “You know I won’t be able to have sex for like, 6 weeks after I give birth, right? Even if it’s cesarean, because I need to recover from surgery.” He doesn’t say anything and that freaks me the fuck out, so I press him, “You know that, right?” and he says, “Well it’s gonna be tough.” Things are spiraling out of control for me. I know I often don’t think straight because of my GAD but I’m not happy with how things are going. I want to tell him not to accuse me of cheating anymore, that I’ve more than proven myself to him, and that we can’t fight like this anymore, and he needs to STOP saying anything about killing me because even if he’s joking it makes me sick to my stomach, but now I’m a little afraid that if I pick a fight about this, he’s going to think that I’m cheating and trying to cover it up somehow. Further, I’m worried that if I can’t account for every minute we’re apart (like cameras following me everywhere) then one day, if my phone dies, or if I get stuck in traffic, or if some male coworker greets me inappropriately against my will, George will believe I’m cheating and possibly kill me? TL;DR: Boyfriend saying some worrying stuff including casually mentioning killing me and now I’m flipping out, but I have issues too so I don't know if it's him or me. Is this my overreaction? I don’t know where to go from here. Update - wayback machine Apr 13, 2016 (8 days later) The last few days have been very hard overall. I haven’t got much sleep. I was way too busy driving and moving and planning and running and life-decision-making and crying and pretending to be normal. My worldly possessions have been reduced down to what I could stuff into my old cross country duffel bag. My dogs are traumatized to the point that one of them is now fear-biting and cries whenever I’m not in direct contact with her, and the other is exploding toxic waste out of both ends. And I’m simply no longer recognizable as the person I was, physically and mentally. Never in a million years did I think I’d end up in this place. Everything was pulled right out from under me, and it’s like I woke up in someone else’s fucked-up life. But I’m alive, and that cancels out any of my irrelevant complaints. Last week, I got back from the hospital after a really nasty stomach-bug, which I thought was the flu. I collapsed on the couch to sweat it out. I was in a lot of pain but I’d still dragged myself to the store to get ginger ale and sports drinks because I didn’t want to ask George to do it for me. I realized I needed to appease him however I could until I could figure out a plan, because the reddit responses scared me and I decided I needed to get away. As soon as I got home George poured me a glass of orange juice and told me to drink until I threw up. I explained the doctor’s orders, but he insisted that enough orange juice would make me throw up or give me diarrhea and that would “flush my system” and “get the toxins out.” As unpleasant as throwing up (again) sounded, because I was really dizzy and weak, I decided to try the orange juice. All it did was burn my scratched-up throat and it didn’t help settle my stomach, so I stopped drinking it and started drinking ginger ale. He got seriously annoyed by that, and kept insisting I drink the orange juice. I told him that it burned my throat, and he said “Well your throat’s just gonna burn anyways.” No idea what that meant. He then asks me where my phone is. Apparently he wanted to put on some music. I have no idea where it is, but as he starts a full-on investigation for it, I remember I’d had my /r/relationships post open on the “reddit is fun” app at the hospital, but I had a mild fever and I couldn’t remember whether or not I had closed it. A few people warned me what might happen if he saw my post and all those warnings jumped right to the front of my mind. I’ve been in some pretty intense situations before but I’ve never felt anything like the pure unadulterated terror of lying there waiting to see if my psycho boyfriend would find my phone and find out what I’d written. I thought about trying to find it before he got to it or casually trying to discourage him from looking, but I knew he’d be suspicious if I suddenly jumped up at the mention of my phone—in fact I realized that if I reacted at all, he’d be suspicious enough to probably search until he found something “incriminating,” and it didn’t matter how well I covered my tracks, eventually he’d settle for something to be mad about. So I had to just lie there, pretending not to panic as he dug through my purse, my backpack, my car—twice. Finally he called my phone and there wasn’t any ring, and I remembered I’d put it on vibrate in the doctor’s office. I thought I was saved for about 5 seconds but then he went and turned off the noisy air-purifier, so there was absolute silence, and called again, and I could hear my phone vibrating. He found it in my jacket pocket and I swear to God I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than my tiny blank homescreen reflected in his glasses. He puts on music and shut himself in the computer room. After an hour or so I passed out. When I wake up it’s still nighttime, and he’s sitting across from me drinking a beer, and the first thing he says is that apparently his parents are giving away all his childhood things (I guess he called home while I was asleep). I tell him I’m sorry to hear that. I can see he’s in a really bad mood but I’m ill enough and scared enough that I don’t care at that moment, I just want to go back to sleep. He tells me again to drink the orange juice, I explain again about how it burns and doesn’t help my stomach like the ginger ale, and he says something like “Sometimes I think people refuse to do things purposefully because I ask them to. Like maybe I should just tell people to do the opposite of what I want, so they’ll actually do something good for themselves.” And I really am scared of him, because I don’t know what he’s going to do to me. So I drank the fucking orange juice and I tried to throw up and that was the absolute worst pain I’ve experienced in a long time. It felt like someone stabbed me in the sternum, I actually cried a little and got one of those mini black-outs you get when you sit up too fast in the morning. George was standing there while I retched in the tub, and at one point he did put his hand on my shoulder and ask if I was okay, but he didn’t stick around and wait for me to regain my composure, he left the bathroom and when I found him again he was on the computer watching Youtube videos. He didn’t say anything to me the rest of that night, and when I told him goodnight, he didn’t respond. I decide I’m going to wake up early and go straight to my therapist. I never want to feel that fear or helplessness again—over anything, least of all whether or not I’d closed a stupid app on my phone. As soon as the center is open I go to my therapist for a crises walk-in and I tell him everything. He confirms that George’s behavior is troubling. I say I’m scared and that I need help and he gets me in touch with a “victims of domestic violence” thing that’s apparently set up by the university. I hate that all of those words now apply to me and even as I write this I still don’t think they’re accurate. I don’t feel like a victim of domestic violence. But I guess I am. The next 24 hours after I approached my therapist were the most painful (barring Monday, when I had to give up my dogs). The police were called, and I knew there was absolutely no going back once that happened, because George hated the police and he would never, ever forgive me for telling any of this to my therapist. Believe it or not, I did not want to make life harder for George. I have spent so much of the past 4ish years doing everything to make his life easier. I did not want to hurt or punish him. All I wanted was to get away with as little impact as possible—to vanish completely—and go zero-contact, to forget everything and not deal with it. So the last thing I wanted was police involvement, because of the stupendous freak-out it would cause, but the domestic violence victims thing worked in tandem with law enforcement, and I recognized that I wasn’t thinking clearly. So I took a huge leap of faith and actually trusted a trained professional to do his job properly. I was really surprised when a kind-faced woman in a pink blouse stepped into my therapist’s office 20 minutes later, introduced herself as a domestic victim advocate, listened sympathetically and non-judgmentally to my sob story, and proceeded to escort me everywhere for the next few hours (she had a gun on her belt and she was an actual trained cop so I felt as safe as someone like me could feel, considering what I was doing). The kindness my advocate showed me was so far beyond anything any stranger has ever expressed towards me in my life. She gave me a chocolate bar off her desk that she’d obviously bought for herself earlier, offered me her lunch, packed me a to-go bag with water bottles and a can of dog food for my puppies, and told me sincerely that she wished there was anything she could say to comfort me when she and 3 other officers walked with me into my and George’s apartment for the last time. I just told her that I understood, nothing could really be said because it just sucked, but I was glad she was there. I threw clothes, a few pictures, some papers, my travel toothbrush and my phone charger into a bag and pretty much sobbed more hysterically than I thought any sane person could ever sob. It was very embarrassing but I couldn’t stop. To an outsider with a normal-functioning brain who can’t understand exactly what it’s like to be in my shoes, I probably seemed really weak and pathetic and stupid. But to me, getting out didn’t necessarily feel like a good thing—it felt like a disaster. I was ransacking my own home. George was everything to me, and everything in my body was saying that I was destroying the only real love I’d ever have and betraying my best friend for no reason, especially when I saw a note on the fridge he’d had left for me with a dry-erase marker: “Dogs pooped this morning! They’ve both been fed and Pooks got her medication. Have a great day honey, I love you!” I really wish I would’ve packed smarter (who the FUCK forgets to pack socks?!) but there were 3 large intimidating cops waiting on me in my living room, and the victim-advocate-lady warned me to hurry because we didn’t want George to show up and see this. It was very distressing. I had to leave behind so many things. I know it’s all just worthless junk but it was my home, things I’d picked special and had for years. The gaming PC I built myself, my dogs’ toys, my sprouting plants that were so close to blooming, my favorite sunflower-patterned dishes… the beautiful wooden bookcase my father made for me in his woodshop when I graduated highschool, my old gross dog-eared Harry Potter books (some of which I’ve had since I was a little kid), the polka-dot comforter my sister handed down to me after she got married… my old birthday and Christmas cards. That stuff made me feel like a person with a life that mattered. But it wouldn’t fit in my bag so I had to leave it. And I don’t think I’m going to see it again. But it’s not the end of the world; I’ll go on and hoard a lot more useless junk in the future. If I had stayed, I wouldn’t have been able to, and my junk wouldn’t have done my body any good. The dogs were not happy about all the strangers in the house, nor my apparent mental breakdown, and they immediately started losing their minds. I somehow manage to load them and my shit into my car and then it was back to the police station to discuss options. I’d put off calling my family because I didn’t want this to be real, but I figured once George realized some of my shit was gone, it was going to get very real whether or not I felt ready. The call wasn’t bad; I’ve always been able to tell my dad anything and not be judged or ignored, though I hadn’t talked with him for awhile. He and my mom were away on a camping trip, but when I told him things were bad and I didn’t feel safe (no other details were mentioned), he invited me to join them. It was many hundreds of miles away, in the middle of nowhere, but that sounded perfect just then. Nobody could find me, I’d be totally safe—at least for a few days. So I left town. About 3 hours into my 8 hour drive, the calls and texts started coming. I’d asked the advocate lady what I was supposed to do when George tried to get in touch with me, because for him, this is completely out of nowhere and he’s likely going to call the police and file a missing person report if I didn’t come home that night. She gave me a few cookie-cutter sentences to give him, which I put into a brief text. It essentially said that I didn’t feel safe right now, I wanted space, and I didn’t want him to contact me again, I would contact him when I was ready. Then I was stupid and I read the hailstorm of sad texts I got in response to that. Then I was even more stupid and, rather than blocking him, I answered one of his many subsequent calls. It was quick. He sounded scared and heartbroken and I felt bad for him, because I knew he would never understand. He said he was having a panic attack, he didn’t understand, please don’t do this, all I ever did was love and take care of you, we were supposed to get engaged… I cut him off and said that I didn’t feel safe, I didn’t want him to contact me, I couldn’t help him, his behavior was unstable and he needed to go to a hospital. He asked me if this had anything to do with my therapist telling me lies. I said no, but he said something like “I need to talk to that fucking guy, he needs to stay the fuck out of my relationship, he’s messing with my fiancé.” Then he asked me if I’d stopped taking my anti-anxiety medication. But I didn’t answer and I didn’t hear the rest of what he was saying because I just repeated that to him, firmly, all the points I’d already stated, and then hung up and blocked him. I then called my therapist to let him know that he might be in danger. The police got involved again and when George made a threatening call to the center 5 minutes later, the whole place got put on lockdown. I’m not sure exactly what happened, or what he said, but I think my therapist had to have a cop escort him home and George was told not to contact me or the center unless he wanted to be arrested. So I endangered a whole building full of wonderful people who have only ever helped me, and deprived others of their therapy sessions that day. What if somebody else had been in crises and needed help? Just one more thing I can think about when I’m falling asleep at night. My parents aren’t touchy-feely but my dad let me hug him and cry on his shoulder for about 30 seconds and then cheerfully pretended like nothing was wrong. He wiped my laptop and phone in case of keyloggers while joking around with me about the dogs and school and unrelated stuff, which is his way of dealing with problems (to be fair it works really well most of the time). He doesn’t like talking about personal issues, in general it makes him uncomfortable, so I spared him a conversation about what happened. He knew I was safe and getting help and that’s all he wanted. My mom was extremely sympathetic… towards George. She’s always liked him and she told me once that he “made me normal” and, when I mentioned once that I thought he was controlling, she said that I still shouldn’t push him away because he was really nice and good for me, and controlling behavior wasn’t in itself an issue anyway. I hadn’t expected much from her tbh. This was the woman who’d abandoned me in parked cars and her friends’ empty houses so she could go to work, which she very obviously loves more than her family, to the point of being extremely unhealthy (my dad was at the time working all night and sleeping during the day and only changed jobs when I was in my early teens). Also from her came such gems as “Tampons are for bad nonvirgin girls” (note: my mother is a RABID atheist, so what the fuck?) and “Writing is a hobby not a job, don’t waste your time studying that” and “I’ve never been surprised that your sister has more friends than you.” (To my sister she always said I was prettier and skinnier, so nobody won.) She grew up in a severely impoverished third-world country, orphaned at 10, and spent most of her adolescence and early 20’s married to a Hell’s Angel who tried to stab her when she finally left, so there are huge cultural and lingual and emotional gaps between us. I love and appreciate her, but I generally try not to take her advice. Still, I was really hurt by the whole conversation. She kept mentioning how smart and kind George was, asking for blow-by-blow account of what really happened (suggesting that I got it wrong?), trying to puzzle through his delusions, wishing she could help him, feeling sorry for him and wondering if she could talk to him, maybe convince him get to a hospital. I explained over and over that we couldn’t help because he didn’t believe there was a problem, and even if he did go into treatment, I wasn’t going to risk going back (she really wanted me to stick with him and support him through these troubling times). To me and my situation, she said, “I’m glad you weren’t killed.” Literally. That’s it. I had to get back to my life. I was warned the place they were putting me didn’t allow pets. My parents were busy and couldn’t take my dogs, so I ended up having to think about whether or not I could afford to kennel them until graduation—or if it would be easier on them if I found them new homes. I’m selfish enough that I didn’t entertain rehoming them for long. I did not want to lose my dogs. I could lose everything else, but if I lost them I’d die. They were my babies, they used to sleep in my bed before George kicked them out and they were the only ones whom I could cuddle and cry on during this whole nightmare. They were my strongest emotional support. So I swallowed my pride and called Sarah, a friend I’ve known for a couple years now. I haven’t kept up contact all that well because with George it’s just easier to have as few relationships as possible to avoid anyone texting me too often or mentioning anything that he could be suspicious about. She was glad to hear from me. I asked if she knew anyone who could take my dogs for a day or two until I figured out where to keep them. She called a friend of hers who agreed to take them. Then she asked if everything was okay. I thought about lying but I figured I owed her the truth, or at least a part of it. I said things were “really up in the air” right now and I’d have to fill her in later. My roommate got almost no notice that somebody was going to be moving in. My advocate moved really quickly and wanted me out of my situation asap, so by the time my roommate knew, I’d already unloaded all of my garbage in her personal space. I taped a Butterfingers and a friendly little note to her bedroom door and I fully intend to bribe her not to be pissed later by leaving booze in the fridge and letting her know she’s welcome to it. She’s out of town herself right now, so I haven’t met her yet, but she seems nice. I saw Game of Thrones magnets on the fridge so there’s one icebreaker I’ve got. I then changed a few more things to make myself feel safer walking around in the streets. There’s no chance George knows where I am or how to find me, but still. I hope this stungun doesn’t go off randomly in my pocket. I managed to find a kennel I felt comfortable with. They had grassy playpens with shallow swimming pools and fountains and they provided the dogs with enrichment and fluffy beds (I absolutely kid you not, this place looks better than some daycares I’ve seen). It was astronomically expensive but I figured if I was going to use up my rainy-day fund on something, it should be something that would reduce the amount of lifelong trauma my dogs were experiencing. When I went to check my dogs into their temporary new home, I found out that the girl Sarah referred me to had to get up in the middle of the night to take one of them out several times. Vomit and diarrhea everywhere. Which made me feel horrible. I forced $30 on her and arranged to have flowers sent over as a sincere apology for the hell I put her through. Then I gave up my dogs. I can still see them during the day but it broke my heart into pieces to let them go. Sarah met up with me later, and I told her what happened. Like my parents, she really isn’t touchy-feely so there was no crying or hugging or any of that nonsense. She gave me shit for being with George (“Dude I knew he was a psycho, I was gonna tell you off before because you were always crying about him and shit but I figured you were a grown woman and had your shit together damn!”) and then went on to say that I should have called her WAY earlier, and she liked the changes I’d made to my appearance so far, but I should avoid wearing bright colors from now on. She takes off her dark-colored jacket and gives it to me right there. Then she goes on to describe all the ways how my situation was exactly like JLO’s in the 2002 movie Enough, reads me the whole synopsis off Wikipidia and makes plans for us to get smashed and watch it together (I told her I’ve decided to avoid alcohol for the near-future since I’m already dancing on the edge of depression, but I said I’d still show up and bring popcorn balls). Other than how annoyed she was at me over my bad decisions, I couldn’t have asked for a better friend. For a little while at least, she made me feel human. Later that night my dad informed me that George had left him and my mother a threatening message on their public business line. The only way I can think that he got that number was by googling their names. I immediately took the necessary steps to file for a restraining order. The only reason I’m writing this is because I have no idea how to make sense of my life right now except to write it down, and more importantly, I’ve really got nobody else to talk to. When I was a kid, I’d do a lot of journaling to help me get through difficult times. I figure this is the same, only sometimes the journal says encouraging things back. And I’m not going to lie, I could use some encouragement. So I’m just going to dump it all anonymously here, and maybe that will give me some kind of closure, maybe not. I have nothing else to do because I can’t bear to leave this room right now. Also, I feel I owe it to a bunch of internet strangers to say thank you properly, and let you know what’s happened. Some of you seemed truly upset by my situation, and some took quite a large chunk of their time to write to me. So thank you, really, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Because I’m a real girl behind these words, I like sewing my own dresses and watching David Attenborough documentaries and wasting hours of my life on PC games, I like gardening and fantasy books, I struggled through serious depression and GAD and eating disorders that left me very weak but very grateful for my life (so I believed)—I am a real breathing person who was very naive and very vulnerable and you random people saved my life. Honestly, I only ever come on here to look at screenshots of elderly people struggling to use facebook. I thought the internet was full of Machiavellian teenagers who’d probably tell me how bitchy I sounded. Thanks, genuinely, to everyone who answered my post and everyone who sent me a PM. I’ve sat and I’ve read each and every one of them multiple times. I reread them when I start to feel like I’ve overreacted—like maybe I’m crazy. I reread them when I start to think about ever reconciling with George, or feeling guilty about what I’ve done. I’ve printed out my original post and every comment I’ve gotten (yes, even “you in danger girl”) and I put them in my journal and I continue to look at them. Even though none of you guys actually knew me, you cared. And some of you cared quite a lot. You offered me your stories, or someone to talk to, or a place to stay, a book, a phone number to call. Most of you were more concerned about me than my mother. Because I was seriously in danger. I was. There were things I never thought would be affected by my being with George (my dogs, my possessions, the safety of the people around me). I was lonely enough to get myself into that position. And I actually do want to live so I realize I've got to change, too. There's a lot of work to be done. Maybe George isn’t an evil guy, but I’m going to stop describing him as a wonderful person. I don’t believe people are “good” or “evil” but the stuff he was doing was definitely evil. The more I look back on it the more I realized how much stuff I let happen to my life and body that I should not have tolerated. And the absolute fuckfest I’ve endured has made me slowly start to admit that to myself. I can’t explain my reasons for staying with him so long because they aren’t logical. He spent years slowly building up to some of the things he did, and it was easy to forgive him after every seemingly small incident because I didn’t look at the big picture, and I thought I was in love. George is a highly intelligent, gorgeous, funny, inspiring, ambitious and charming man—the kind of man I fully believed was way out of my league. He is often very thoughtful and we clicked in a level I’d never experienced before. He does charity work in the community, has created methods for improving the world in concrete ways both environmentally and socially (mostly concerning the homeless because he was homeless for awhile), and he would bend over backwards to help a friend in need. The sex was amazing when I wanted it. On the surface, he was perfect. Being with him often gave me butterflies. But he is sick. And he’s sick in a way that I can’t fix. Over the years I lost the ability to understand what was okay and what wasn’t. I fought along the way, I even occasionally left, but he always drew me back in. He made me feel special and loved, he said I was an irreplaceable extension of himself, and for a girl who’d never thought of herself as irreplaceable, it seemed to make up for all the bad. I’ve since learned that this kind of stuff is common. I’m going to try my hardest to educate myself and change how I approach relationships, because I now understand that I’m just as sick as George—although in a different way—and if I don’t do anything about it, I’ll likely end up with another George somewhere down the road. I’ve ordered the following books and I intend to read them and to continue therapy so that this never happens to me again. Why Does He Do That? – Lundy Bancroft The Gift of Fear – Gavin de Becker Safe People – Dr. Henry Cloud, Dr. John Townsend The Science of Trust – John M. Gottman Daring Greatly – Brené Brown These are just a few that were suggested to me, by you and my therapist. If you have other suggestions that have helped you, or someone you know, through a situation like mine, please let me know. In the past few days I’ve felt a huge upwelling of pure gratefulness for being alive. There’s still a lot of things I need to deal with but I’ve got a lot of support moving forward: along with a victim advocate, my university provides free legal counsel. So I think I’m going to be okay. Pookythedog Feelings Update: Alright guys check your spelling because all this shit's going in the scrapbook. You think I'm kidding? You see if I'm kidding. I love you guys and it's seriously like this in here for me reading your responses, I've just started pelting people with upvotes in lieu of a thousand "thank you"s because I really am so grateful for your encouragement and your kind words. This has made my life. Also, a few people have mentioned the possibility of poison, so I'd thought I'd let you know I'm going to the doc's tomorrow to see if there's any chance of that, but I'm stable (I think?) and there's no evidence of damage thus far. Hopefully the orange juice thing was just a weird power play and not something more sinister. TL;DR: Escaped. I’m safe, I’m far away. We did it Reddit. THIS IS A REPOST SUB - I AM NOT THE OOP DO NOT CONTACT THE OOP's OR COMMENT ON LINKED POSTS, REMEMBER - RULE 7 submitted by /u/Direct-Caterpillar77 to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]

Hi! I’m a first time mom and have decided to finally start sewing. (It’s been on my to-do list for years) I have decided to tackle sleep sacks with a double zipper as my first project. I would really appreciate any tips from any experienced sewers here as to where to get free patterns or what projects to tackle next for my baby boy. Thanks so much! ☺️ submitted by /u/DawgsnTurtles to r/SewingForBeginners [link] [comments]

Here is the pattern and written tutorial to make your calico critters a little work vests. The links to the pdf patterns will be in the comments. They are based on the vest available from the pdf books, with a few modifications to make it look more like a work vest. The pdf is 8.5 by 11 inches, there is a one cm square for scale. If you dont have a printer you can enlarge the pdf on your screen using a ruler to make sure the square is the right size, and trace it on a pice of paper. This pattern is a bit trickier, at least trickier than the coat pattern I shared previously, and I think my instructions may complicate things more lol. So some experience is recommended. BABY VEST INSTRUCTIONS Cut out pattern from fabric. Because it’s so small, there’s not much room for folding back the seam allowance to hide the raw edges. So choose a fabric that wont fray, or use fray check on the raw edges. I used a thick woven fabric and sealed the edges with fray check. These vests work well with stiffer fabric, like real work vests. I didn’t have blue fabric so I used fabric paint to paint my pieces, which made them stiff. It’s not necessary, I just wanted to let you guys know. The edges where you see the dotted lines are what will be the side seams. Glue those together, or sew on the line indicated, and you’re basically done! Try it on your critter and add details! ADULT VEST INSTRUCTIONS Cut out vest pattern from fabric. Because this one is bigger, there’s not much is a lot of folding back we have to do to keep the edges clean, so choose a thinner fabric than for the baby. A normal cotton fabric like the ones you use in quilts is good. (Idk how to explain it lol, but it’s the most common fabric available wherever you get fabric.) I also painted this one, which made it nice and stiff. Seal the raw edges with fray check to keep things neat and clean. We now have to fold back all the seam allowance and glue it back on the wrong side. If this is your first time sewing, I recommend taking the sewing pattern and cutting on the inner darker line so you’re left with the smaller piece. Place this piece on your fabric and trace, so now you have a guide on where to fold. Make many little cuts around the armholes and curves, only cutting to that line you just traced. If you are more experienced, you can eyeball it, which is what I did. Now take those seam allowances and glue them, leaving the neat folded edge on the good side. This takes a little bit of time and patience, especially for the curves. Repeat all steps for the pockets: cut, fold back and glue edges. You may not need to seal the edges with fray check for the pockets, since they are handled less. Try the vest on your critter, and glue the pockets on where they look nice. You’ve made a vest! Now add some details DETAILS I based my details off of my actual vest. If you’re making one to match your vest from another workplace, you’ll need to get creative! To make the name tag, I cut out the shape from white paperboard. I couldn’t get the shape perfect on the smaller vest, it was too tiny, so I took some creative liberties. I used acrylic paint and dotting tools to paint the detail on the tag, and a pen to add some marks to represent a name. Then I used white acrylic paint and a tiny brush to paint on the letters! And that’s all! I hope you guys can understand enough of this to try to make one yourself. For any questions, please comment or message me! And if you do make it post on here or message me a pic, id love to see! submitted by /u/Exotic_Writing1221 to r/sylvanianfamilies [link] [comments]

I have free handed around 4 of the birds and sewed them together. I'm so satisfied by how well they fit together. gonna take a break from borders on the birds to fill in the spaces between the current 4. for those wondering this is going to be a lap blanket for my cousin who just had a baby. I didn't really have the right yarn for a baby blanket so I went this route. I'll link the pattern I'm using in the comments submitted by /u/nonbinary-programmer to r/crochet [link] [comments]

i need to make a baby hat like this one for my 9 month old . and i want to make the sides (for the ears) mesh for my babys hearing aids . what kind of fabric do i need and if i can find a free pattern? im a beginning and this would be considered my first time so i dont know how to put the mes sides without information or pictures of how to sew it . submitted by /u/hopeful_threaditt to r/sewhelp [link] [comments]

Hi, I love amigurumis and am currently looking for patterns that are unusual for amigurumis. I am especially looking for patterns of amigurumis that are worked in rows instead of rounds. I already did this whale: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/baby-humpback-whale It was inspired by a sewing pattern and I really liked this idea! In my search for patterns with similar concepts I stumbled across this sweet bunny that I also did: https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/mallow-the-rabbit I have also done the giant snail (the body is worked in rows): https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/giant-snail Do you know of further (preferable free) patterns that are also using mostly rows instead of rounds? (I have done "patchwork" amigurumis like the African flower animals that are probably also considered worked in rows but I am more searching for patterns that are like the mentioned above) Thank you! submitted by /u/FreyaOlm to r/crochetpatterns [link] [comments]

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Hi guys! i just posted this pattern on my instagram, but i know some of you guys don’t have it, so message me and i’ll try to get back to you with the pattern images! also you can message me for the link to the instagram post with this pattern! submitted by /u/duckie_freg129 to r/Amigurumi [link] [comments]

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The pattern was heavily modified from Kwik Sew’s Sewing for Babies book. I changed the block shapes- widening the top, adding pleats on the pants, cuffs, and self drafting a mandarin style collar. I did many drafts for fit but all my pics are on my baby which goes against sub rules to post. Fabric is a silk/viscose blend with silk dupioni piping (this was my first time sewing piping and I wish I would have had more time to become more familiar and do it more neatly). My mum made fabric tubing out of the dupioni and tied the closures which I secured over hook and eyes. The shoes are a free pattern from spoonflower. The last pic is my inspiration photo. My son is half Taiwanese and born in the year of the dragon, as was his dad. His grandma was incredibly excited about the prospect of him wearing a traditionally Chinese outfit. She helped me sift through designs and purchased the fabric. I’m so excited to see my little guy in it tomorrow! submitted by /u/Tiffany_Achings_Hat to r/sewing [link] [comments]

i have not realized how many cute amigurumi patterns there were on instagram! FOR FREE I CANNOT BELIEVE IT this sub has helped me so much so i would like to contribute the least i can 😅 i basically collected an entire catalog of free patterns and if you guys want me to find any feel free to comment! here are my favs: trending baby cow: https://www.instagram.com/p/Ct44nL6OOfR/?img_index=1 long chicken: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cu-mARGtHVs/?img_index=2 mini tulips: https://www.instagram.com/p/CuZ5xR7xNFk/?img_index=1 no sew tiny bee: https://www.instagram.com/p/CsYiZx9tY4Q/ no sew clownfish: https://www.instagram.com/p/CtWsg5AtWG3/ CUTEST baby otter: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cs6NBP-rY2Z/?img_index=1 rabbit in taiyaki: https://www.instagram.com/p/CqEXUBShaPI/ baby koala: https://www.instagram.com/p/Csnr4qXOPIm/ bubble tea animals: https://www.instagram.com/p/CfistkirAtC/?img_index=1 carrot boy: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf_6NhWhag_/ baby corgi: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cu2LpAsLUmq/ no sew baby axolotl: https://www.instagram.com/p/CqN28RarYy0/?img_index=1 cute boba tea: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn1rGunNX7k/ chubby stegosaurus: https://www.instagram.com/p/CuuVWyKuVi4/?img_index=1 sleepy cat: https://www.instagram.com/p/CvZ7Y_hu_mW/?img_index=1 parrot: https://www.instagram.com/p/CuW1hOvu_6P/ baby bunny: https://www.instagram.com/p/Cqfzim2Npd7/?img_index=1 pompompurin: https://www.instagram.com/p/Ct69_fntlCR/ cuddlefish: https://www.instagram.com/p/CaK1p67uKkZ/?img_index=1 cute penguin: https://www.instagram.com/p/CeJXFyus-2d/?img_index=1 chubby dino: https://www.instagram.com/p/CifcufOOxUC/?img_index=1 chubby brachiosaurus: https://www.instagram.com/p/CbvITpzOdpI/?img_index=1 ​ ​ submitted by /u/NoOneAskedOk to r/crochetpatterns [link] [comments]

Link to pattern: https://jesshuff.com/crochet-penguin-free-amigurumi-pattern/ submitted by /u/heyjesshuff to r/Amigurumi [link] [comments]

These are BUCKET HATS! Not wide brimmed, not sunhats, 100% pure bucket (except the last one, which is an interesting take on a bucket hat). They all have slightly different silhouettes so you can see which one you like best. They are in no particular order and are all PDF printable patterns unless otherwise noted. As always, watch out for which ones are A4 size and which are US letter (not noted because it doesn't always matter for hat patterns). (edit: fixed formatting & links, lol i hate reddit's numbering) ONE: https://merchantandmills.com/store/patterns/pdf/free-the-bucket-hat-pdf/ needs email proportionally taller crown than usual proportionally shorter brim than usual head circumference: multisize, 57.5 - 61.5 cm TWO: https://www.moodfabrics.com/blog/the-bucket-hat-free-sewing-pattern/ needs email head circumference: multisize, 18 - 27.5 in (kids sizes included) THREE: https://hellosewing.com/diy-bucket-hat-pattern/ needs email head circumference: idk but multisize, S-M-L FOUR: https://www.christophercabalona.com/buckethat head circumference: not given, one size pattern streetwear silhouette FIVE: https://afternoon.co.za/blogs/afternoon/the-afternoon-hat-free-bucket-hat-sewing-pattern-and-tutorial head circumference: multisize, 53 - 58 cm SIX: https://theessentialsclub.com/blog-posts/bucket-hat printer-less (draft it yourself) instructions also given in addition to printable PDF head circumference: not given, one size pattern (although there are instructions on how to cut one size larger) SEVEN: https://www.gloryallan.com/products/bucket-hat-diy?variant=39599970418864 needs email Color blocked hat streetwear silhouette proportionally shorter brim head circumference: multisize: 21 - 24 in EIGHT: https://madeandmaking.co.uk/courses/free-video-tutorials/lessons/how-to-make-a-bucket-hat head circumference: 22 in, one size NINE: https://jennaphipps.com/bucket-hat-freebie needs email head circumference: idk, idk how many sizes either TEN: https://sewingtimes.net/diy-bucket-hat-free-pattern/ different brim options in addition to classic bucket brim slightly more downward angled brim handdrawn pdf pattern, not as clean head circumference: 23 in, one size ELEVEN: https://marlenemukai.com.br/chapeu-unisex-bucket-hat-australiano-ou-de-balde/ Printer-less pattern: NO PDF, measurements given and you draft it yourself non-English head circumference: multisize, 50 - 60 cm TWELVE: https://blog.spoonflower.com/2021/07/05/bucket-hat/ head circumference: not given, one size THIRTEEN: https://diy-hemmers.de/en/2021/09/07/free-bucket-hat-pattern/ head circumference: multisize, 54, 59 cm (2 kids sizes) & 58, 60 cm (2 adult sizes, yes the large kids size is bigger than the small adult size) FOURTEEN: https://goldschooldiy.blog/diy-bucket-hat-fischerhut-naehen-mit-schnittmuster/ non-English head circumference: one size, 58 cm FIFTEEN: https://sweetredpoppy.com/free-reversible-bucket-hat-sewing-pattern/ needs email head circumference: not given but 4 sizes: baby, child, toddler, adult (kids sizes included), multisize SIXTEEN: https://magazin.snaply.de/kinder-sommerhut-naehen/ non-English bucket hat with ventilation grommets (grommet placement included in pattern) head circumference: multisize, 48 - 56 cm (kids sizes included) SEVENTEEN: https://www.la-pie-verte.fr/produit/martin-le-patron-bob-iconique/ needs email non-English proportionally taller crown head circumference: multisize, 54 - 60 cm EIGHTEEN: https://www.maison-fauve.com/collections/patron-couture-femme-maison-fauve/products/femme-homme-enfant-mixte-bob-fauve-patron-gratuit needs email non-English, but "English-translated notice available with your sewing pattern" chic silhouette head circumference: multisize, 54 - 58 cm NINETEEN: https://shop.atacac.com/collections/sharewear/products/one-bucket-hat-to-rule-them-all needs email "technically a bucket hat" but kinda complicated: six piece crown, round crown shape head circumference: not given, one size submitted by /u/TheCloudyCorner to r/freepatterns [link] [comments]

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