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I finally finished making my bag yesterday. Just got to take some photos of it now, so I can show y'all c:

(And I am totally going to make some more!)

Also I am helping design/make(/teach about) some crocheted cobwebs for a Halloween celebration my local community is having. I have wanted to be more involved with them for a while, and it seems I'm only one of about three people in the village who can crochet (and probably the only one who does it once a week ;) but I'm the only one without kids).

Thinking up how a cobweb would work has been neat (which we only had to do because we couldn't find a decent enough pattern on the interwebs).

I've been wanting to get involved with the local community for a while now (just got to remember to go to the project meeting next week, heh), so this is good.

I also made a banana cake earlier in the week, since we had some bananas that were going south. It turned out great, as it happens (and it looked like the photo in the cookbook! And it didn't burn!)

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I've got loads of ideas for stuff to make. I need a haircut, too (and re-dye, actually, since my grey streak is really noticeable now).

I also was going to do a drawing for SMT Sunday, but I doubt I can manage it by the deadline (even though I actually have an idea for once).

I should probably shut up now because I am tired and I feel like I am waffling.

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Also craft/crochet blogs are cool and everything, but why does everything have to be so fucking TWEE and CUTESY?

This is not just premenstrual raging (OK, you got me, maybe 30% is). But seriously, most stuff I look at, I'm like "OMG, this again?" Or I feel like I've seen the same thing a million times because it's all so cutesy and twee and homogenised.

Occasionally I see something, and I go, "Ooh, that's neat! I like that!", but it's getting rarer and rarer. Mostly I'm looking at stuff and wondering how I can adapt it for myself so I don't get this feeling, like I want to vomit. I'd like to make stuff that doesn't make me want to vomit.