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Puppy in cozy, toasty warm, comfort. Taken into the flock.
worth pointing out that appears to be a great pyrenees dog AKA a livestock guardian dog. :)
they’re learning to cohabitate with sheep who they will then grow up to protect!
Photo is by Cat Urbigkit. It’s from her ranch in Wyoming; she says the dogs are Akbash. Here are some more of her photos of working livestock guardian dogs.
Love local coffee shops. your “refugees are welcome here” sign goes really well with the one that says “bathrooms are for paying customers only”
You’ve clearly never had to deal with people doing hard drugs in the grocery store bathroom and it shows.
Bro I literally manage a coffee shop with an open restroom policy, and I prioritize enforcing that policy and making sure everyone feels comfortable. I’ve dealt with everything from the easy end of the spectrum (people quietly doing hard drugs) to a lady ripping all her hair out and setting it on fire in the sink. I clean up after this stuff day after day and I still feel VERY strongly about the fact that human beings should be allowed the basic decency of a place to poop. Yes, I very frequently end up having to kick someone out of the bathroom for doing drugs, and when I do I always offer them a cup of water on their way out. Because they’re a person and I give a shit…
It’s safer for people to do drugs in (clean) public restrooms than it is for them to do it on the street. It’s also ableist to deny someone the use of a bathroom. There are countless gastrointestinal disorders that cause bathroom urgency and potential incontinence. There are other conditions, like pregnancy, that necessitate quick and easy access to restrooms.
also what makes you think a paying customer wouldnt misuse the toilets in some way, and a person using it without buying something would?
contrary to popular beliefs people with money do drugs, and homeless people need the toilet just like the rest of us
Having a sharps container “for medication injection” in our bathrooms has dropped the amount of needles I find in the bushes and planters down to a whole 2 in the past 4 years since we rolled them out. I used to find them so often I got in the habit of wearing cut resistance gloves in 90 degree weather in case I had to pluck napkins out of the landscaping.
I read a lot of the notes and I really can’t say enough how the “you couldn’t pay me to clean up other people’s shit” comments kinda piss me off. It is not that serious, it’s really not. You dump a bunch of Triade III on it, let it sit for 10 minutes, wipe it up.
If it’s watery you throw absorbent on it like you do throw up, we use a kitty-litter type clay based absorbent. You put a trash bag in the dust pan and sweep it all into the bag.
Takes me 15 minutes to clean an absolutely destroyed bathroom stall in a place that sees THOUSANDS of people daily. It’s a shopping and restaurant area that opens up into a nightlife location after 5pm, with some bars opening at 3pm and several restaurants becoming full nightclubs after 9pm. You pay for parking, but anyone can walk in off the sidewalk and not pay a dime and just hang out until 2am.
On a busy night I cover 3 location’s restrooms (2 venues have multiple rr) but on slow days I’m covering around 7. 7 buildings, thousands of drunks, I get a LOT of bio spills.
Our sharps containers are toolbox-looking things that hang on the wall with a flap that allows things to go in but not come out, ever (rip to like 5 phones that I know of), when full it gets closed, locked, and sent to be incinerated. I literally never touch a needle anymore. If I find one on the ground outside we have sharps shuttles which are long plastic tubes that look like giant tampons with a flip top, you put it on the ground, step on it to hold in place, and sweep the sharp into it. Takes like 20 seconds.
The answer to this entire issue is to TREAT SANITATION WORKERS BETTER not make going to the bathroom a fucking ordeal. Pay me I will clean your bathrooms, let homeless people piss with dignity!!!
Alexis Mabille Fall 2024 Couture
I just found a back stitch alphabet where tiny cats in various poses make up the letters and I don’t think I’m ever going to use another font for the rest of my life.
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if you hadn’t said that this was an alphabet i would have missed it entirely, damn
Hadal: 'love language' robe with an Arabic love poem by Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish embroidered onto the sleeve.
The poem reads:
قالوا: تموت بها حبـاًً، فقلـت لهـم. ألا اذكروها علـى قبـري فتحيينـي
English translation: They asked "Do you love her to death?" | said "Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life."
One thing they don’t tell you about sewing is that it is actually ironing
worse still, the bits that aren’t ironing are maths
Nature really went off with sperm whales. A 70-ton predator with teeth the size of a banana but it only eats squishy prey that it doesn’t even chew, it just schlorps them down whole like a vacuum cleaner. Big giant fat head full of goop. Tiniest fins in the world. Strong enough to smash a ship to pieces and smart enough to figure out how to do so but its first line of defense is just to shit everywhere. Possibly the most complex language in the animal kingdom and it creates sounds by blowing air through its internal right nostril (it uses the left one to breathe) into its giant fat head. It’s the loudest animal on the planet and might have the capability to create a beam of sound so loud it can shake your organs apart but they don’t seem to use that to hunt or fight. They’re highly flammable. We used them to make candles.
Re: dramatically changing 19th century dress silhouettes, thinkin about the time a whaler finally came home from a 4 year voyage and was just like ‘WHAT IS GOING ON’ when reencountering hoop skirts.
I don't know why this made me think of you. @elodieunderglass (probably age of sail interest is the reason) I apologize if this distresses you. Say the word and I will bother you no longer.
My friend I REQUIRE that if whalers perplexed by junk in the trunk makes you think of me, you tell me.
Knitters have the sweater curse but they've got nothing on the guy I know who handcrafted a pair of completely authentic 18th century stays for his girlfriend, baleen and all, only to have it not last
... I'm not sure about the legality of baleen trade... but...
If we accept this as Tumblr Lore, may I submit this as weapons grade ooftonium.
I never thought I would get the chance to use this phrase quite so literally, but. There are many benefits to being a marine biologist
[tag from the first post] #it's fine he's married now but the stays will haunt him forever
He gave her 'stays', and she did not.
(I'm sorry, but, the wordplay was right there. I had to.)
that is some next level knot magic.
it isn’t though!!! it’s because most relationships aren’t worth the effort. The “sweater curse” is actually most commonly called the “BOYFRIEND sweater curse.” Which=heteronormative, but the curse most often falls on a woman knitting a sweater for a boyfriend. Before she finishes the sweater, they break up - pop culture would have you believe it’s because the boyfriend freaks out do to the weirdness/clinginess of having a sweater made for you, but I think knitters are wiser than that.
It’s because after spending serious £££ on materials, and then HUNDREDS OF HOURS OF LABOR on the creation of the item, with every stitch a prayer of totally focused intent, creating a large display of technical skill - it is then gifted to a non-knitter who does NOT APPRECIATE the work/effort/skill/cost/TIME it took to make it, and in fact thinks you’re a bit weird and making a big deal out of a piece of clothing, and after they go “oh thanks” and shove your creation in the cupboard next to a sweater they got for £15 at an M&S sale, then they never wear your sweater because it’s too tight because when you asked them how their favorite sweaters usually fit they said “I ‘unno” and when you measured them for the fifth time and asked, rather tersely, if they had enough room in the chest, they said “I guess,” and then if pressed they say they don’t really like the sweater design, but then you point out that they were supposed to participate in helping you design it and they say they don’t really care about how things look, and when you say that you tried to match it to their other clothes so how can they hate it, then they say that honestly their mother still buys all their clothes because they hate going shopping, and that they hate all their other clothes too, well. That’s when a sensible knitter goes “Fuck this shit. And you know what? Fuck this man.”
This is what happens when someone posts in a knitting forum “Attack of the sweater curse!” - this is the usual story. It has a rigid plot. It is as old as myth.
That’s when you look at the time you spent and realize, “I could LITERALLY have written the first draft of a novel instead of doing this.” That’s when you go “I could have taken that £200 and bought myself a new wardrobe.” That’s when you go “I could have taken all that intent, all that willpower, all that creative force, and laid down some fucking witchcraft, all right?” That’s when you go “I basically spent 100 hours straight thinking about this bastard while making something amazing for him, and I have no evidence that he ever spent 10 hours of his life thinking about me.”
And “I could spend this time and energy and money in making myself an enormous, intricate heirloom silk shawl with just a touch of cashmere, in elvish twists and leafy lace in all the colors of the night, shot through with subtly glittering stars, warm in winter and cool and summer and light as a lover’s kiss on the shoulders, suitable for draping over my arms at weddings or wrapping myself in to watch the sea, a lace-knotted promise to myself that I will keep for my entire life and gift to my favorite granddaughter when I die, and she will wear it to keep alive my memory - but instead I have this sweater, and this fuckboy.”
The sweater curse is a lesson that the universe gives to a knitter at an important point in their life. It is a gift.
Knitting a sweater for a husband or wife generally doesn’t call down the curse, because the relationship is meant to be stronger than 4-ply.
(Although I say this, but I’ve taken over 5 years to finish a pair of mittens for my husband, because he casually asked me to do something customized with the cables, and I still can’t get the math to work on the right hand.)
Knitting something for someone is actually an excellent way to find out how valuable that relationship is to both of you. Whether its something small and fiddly or big and time-consuming, you spend a lot of time thinking about the person you’re making this item for while you’re making it.
You think about them and what they mean to it, you pour your love and frustrations with that person into your work and many’s the time the project will get frogged because you come to realise that they aren’t worth it. They aren’t worth the time spent knitting or even the cost of the wool, and dammit they aren’t worth your non-knitting time either. I knitted a toy panda for an ex of mine - they loved pandas, it was an ongoing joke with us - and I started that panda full of joy and I ended it certain that I wasn’t in love with them and never would be. It became the ‘sorry-i-don’t-love-you-panda’. I find knitting for someone the ultimate way to judge someone’s importance to you and yours to them.
My mother for example, has knitted my dad numerous jumpers over the years. She used to knit him work jumpers when he worked in a factory, which graduated to working in the garden jumpers when he got promoted into suit wearing territory. He wore those jumpers until they fell apart. Some of them had designs on the front - that he drew out on graph paper for her to use as a chart, I’ve used various bits of software to design charts for putting pictures in knitting over the years, but 9/10 times its faster to explain to my dad what I want/show him the picture and have him chart it for me. I once discovered my parents having a heated if rather silly argument (by their own admission they only fight about the stupid stuff, the important stuff get sat down and discussed/debated properly) about throwing out an old battered jumper of his. My mother reckoned that as he hadn’t worn it in a decade and it no longer fit him, it could go out. ‘But you knit me it’ he protested. ‘Before our daughter was born!’ she replied. Readers I was in my late twenties at this point. And yeah, that jumper is still in my parents wardrobe. Well-worn, fitting no-one anymore, but well-loved still.
Every word of this speaks to me on such a deep level, haha. Most of the gifts I have knit, I have knit for friends and family members who are knitters themselves, and recognize the luxury of the chosen yarn, the skill and time and effort and love that goes into each stitch, etc. I am also very selective about who I choose to gift my knitting - I must love you a hell of a lot.
I have yet to knit anyone a sweater, not even myself, but I will probably eventually knit one for my manperson. I’ve knit him a few small things - a couple pairs of socks, a beanie, and a dice bag. He treasures all these things deeply. He’s a keeper <3
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Fortune Teller, gesturing to two face-down cards on a table: Before you go … pick a card from the tarot deck. What can it hurt? Traveler: Aren't there more cards than that in a tarot deck? Fortune Teller: Usually, but in a portentous moment you don't want 'Three Of Cups' or something. I got rid of everything except 'Death' and 'The Lovers'. Traveler: So I pick a card to see if I get sex or death? Fortune Teller: You've grasped the essence of the Portentous Moments Tarot Deck. [Traveler draws a card, and turns it to reveal the Three Of Cups.] Fortune Teller: Fuck! How did … Okay, you have to take three cups. [shoves three cups into Traveler's hands] Traveler: It's really that literal? That card means 'you will get three cups'? Fortune Teller: Hey, the Portentous Moments Deck has been getting me laid for years. Take your goddamn cups and go.
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