Well, time to cross “making yarn out of old underwear” off the bucket list
Tag: personal
So Today, I’m going to tell you a story which may or may not have to do with various plant-based ideas involving schools. Partially because I want to tell this story, and partially because I think you’ll enjoy it.
I grew up a lot in Colorado. Now, in Colorado, the state flower is a pretty little thing. It’s the blue columbine. It’s also an endangered flower, so if it’s found, you’re not allowed to kill it.
A school in my town had pissed off an entire group of students. Notably, the senior class of the year. On the “senior skip/prank day”, all the seniors showed up. No pranks. The school was a little baffled.
Until the next season, when small blooms appeared in the lawn of the school. Tiny little blossoms. The students seemed not to cross the lawn as much. They all seemed to know something that staff didn’t know.
Slowly the blossoms grew. Blue columbines. Neatly planted… in the form of a cock.
The seniors were revenged. The school would have to replant every flower- thousands of them- in order to hide the shame. They ended up just planting a bunch more and calling it a garden in an attempt to cover it up. But the town knew. The school hushed up the news and newspapers, but everyone had a kid in that school.
Flash back to sixth grade, and one of my teachers is giving away old plants someone gave her. Most of them are wilting messes of flowers, but some are holding on. I choose a mint plant, because little me “wants to make tea like the old-fashioned days”.
I plant the mint.
Mint, as it happens, is a leafy monster of doom. One must not plant it anywhere it may have a chance to grow and spread. Because it will choke your daffodils, daisies, roses, and steal all the water from them and then climb over them all in an attempt to dominate the entire available earth. It overtook our whole front garden, which was a mess anyway, so no-one minded, but to this day there is a giant monster of mint in front of my childhood home.
My current university has been a butt to me. My current university has a giant green, along with several side gardens.
Mint can grow from cuttings.
I leave you to draw your own conclusions about my last year at this school, and what I might do the night before I leave.
I may not believe in judging people less than worthy for their interests. But I do believe I can judge who I will like based on their interests. For example, coming from a 20-something in a coffee shop:
“I don’t really like Harry Potter, I’d rather read Twilight to be honest, like- honestly. Edward Cullen!”
We probably won’t get along.

Chestnut Hill Baptist Church, Philadelphia, PA
In all honesty, though, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let go of how much harm TPTB did by fucking over BBC Sherlock. The amount of pain it caused was in no way funny. There’s no spin on this that can undo the hurt. I’m so tired.

Progress, and a better picture of the colours. Unfortunately taken on my lap, so not the best for laying it out flat.
Growing up is realising that Miss Bingley isn’t nearly as terrible as you thought as a child, and realising that if she’d been portrayed just a little bit differently in films, she’d have been quite a likeable character, even. Which makes sense, because she’s Bingley’s sister and Darcy’s friend…

Progress while reading.

Science and knitting.
Things I start, immediately regret, but must see through to the end: the Colin Firth as Mr Darcy version of Pride and Prejudice