big and little crafts

Gift for Harry

So, I taught my 5yo son how to make pot holders this week. When I asked him which colors we should us, he said rainbow.

Once it was done, he decided he wanted to give it to Harry who is his favorite singer. Now, I don’t exactly have Harry on speed dial, so I chuckled and asked him how we would get the pot holder to him. He shrugged and said, “You should ask your friends.”

So I did, and having the most amazing friends ever, @phd-mama and @littlebabyruth stepped up like the heroes they are. They are going to be at the Boston concert this weekend and have offered to take Ian’s gift and try to throw it on stage.

So Ian wrote a note to attach to the finished potholder.

I helped with some of the writing because that’s a lot of words for a kindergartner, but the message was all him.

So I wanted to let the world know what awesome people my friends are and to say publicly how much I appreciate them helping a 5 yo they’ve never met get his art project to his hero. Also, anyone who wants to signal boost this so maybe someone from Harry’s team will see it, thank you in advance,

My crazy wish is that the pot holders get to Harry and there is video of him reading Ian’s note. I asked Ian what he would do if this happened, and he said, “I would probabwy scweam and fall on the floor.” If he does, I’ll post the pics. 😉

Witch Tip #7 - Cloves Hack

When I was in the 3rd grade, my class read “Little House in the Big Woods” by Laura Ingalls Wilder. Once we finished, we had a Laura Ingalls Wilder day where we dressed up as her and acted her daily life. I remember making corn husk dolls and eating vension soup (yuck 🤢). One hack I learned from that day was how to make a clove apple (aka an apple pomander). 

First you grab an apple and some cloves. Make sure your cloves have the ends jutting out from them. Then you start poking the cloves into the apple. You can make them form a heart or make rows or whatever else you might want to do. Once you’re done, you can stick up on a shelf and let it’s enticing scent fill the air. 

Generally, I keep the apple until it begins to rot and deflate (3-4 months after making it).

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💘  Sisterhood Valentine’s Day Scratch Off Cards 💘 

These adorable DIY Valentine Scratch Off Tickets would be terrific for big/littles, new members, or your favorite greek guy! Tailor the rewards to your recipient. 

Materials Needed: 

  1. Heavy paper
  2. White crayon
  3. Acrylic paint
  4. Liquid dishwashing soap

Create your Card:

  • Print your design on card stock.
  • Write 3 “gifts” inside the hearts.
  • Cover the words inside each heart heavily with white crayon.
  • Mix 2 parts acrylic paint with 1 part dish soap. For example, to make several cards, use 2 tsp. paint & 1 tsp. soap. A little goes a long way. 
  • Paint over the handwritten hearts.
  • Allow to dry and give to your sweetest Valentines. 

This idea would be fun for other sisterhood events too, not just for Valentine’s Day. Try it for big/little clue week, reveal, retreats, sisterhood socials, etc!

Incorporating Witchcraft Into Everyday Life

Let’s face it, many of us modern witches don’t have time in the day to be hanging out with elder witches and doing rituals with our schedules. Because of this, we may feel disconnected from our craft over time. These are some simple ways to work your magick into your everyday life!

✨Using Sigils:

Sigils are one of the most basic fundamentals in your craft, and eventually will become a part of your day naturally. Draw sigils onto everyday objects in places people don’t typically notice and charge them. Just be sure to either remember where they are or make a note so you can recharge them at a later time. Sometimes I will actually skip this bit and leave a crystal that charges sigils on its own in the room instead!


Make some of your own bath salts in larger quantities on your time off (given they will not spoil) and store them in jars. Make sure you have something that will not break to store them in. Having a glass jar hit the tub floor probably won’t end well. Make the salts with ingredients that correspond to your desired intention, then label the jars with that intention so you know which salt you want to use later!


Create some blessings to say before meals. They can be quick, simple blessings consisting of a few words or long, planned out blessings. Be sure to write them down!


Studying practically consumes my life at this point, so taking time to practice my craft is a pretty big sacrifice for what little time I do have. I work witchcraft into my everyday life by blessing the materials I study with (such as pens, calculators, paper, etc.) so that I all of my hard work pays off! It’s a great way to save time.

As always, feel free to reblog and comment how you guys work witchcraft into your every day life. Blessed Be Dearies!

Fic: Walking in the deep blue night

Part three of my Heartlines AU.

Part 1 Whiskey on a Pink Dress

Part 2 - Breathing in the Half Light


Originally posted by undertheinfinite

He arrived outside Taps for the third time and checked his watch. 6.45. He’d been round the block three times and it was still far too early. Should he go in and wait? Or should he wait outside? Or should he walk around a while longer to avoid looking too over eager?

“Jesus, Jamie. Getting a bloody grip on yerself man. She’s only a woman”

But what a woman. He hadn’t been able to get the image of her out of his head. He’d spent the whole day languishing around his apartment like a lovesick teenager, thinking about her. The soft curl of her hair on her shoulder. The way she looked at him when she’d run her finger down his cheek. He’d also fielded several angry calls and text messages from his friends wondering where he’d run off to.

“Ye’re no Cinderella, ye know’ grumbled Rupert “Ya didna need to be running off before the clock struck midnight.”

“Ah, but my work there was done, Rupe. I’d already been swept off my feet” He recounted his meeting with Claire and his plans to see her that evening.

“Ye were cramping our style there anyway.” laughed back Rupert.

“Aye, I can see how 4 married men in their thirties and forties would have been the toast of the club” Despite his big talk, Rupert had been happily married to his childhood sweetheart for 15 years and was as blissfully happy now as he had been the day he married Gina.

Rupert laughed again. “Aye, well. Gina asks are ya coming to dinner on Wednesday, she’ll likely grill you about the lassie but the kids have been asking for their Uncle Jamie.”

“I’ll be there, wouldn’t want to disappoint the bairns. Or Gina.” he added wryly.

He’d then spent an inordinate amount of time picking out clothes and trying to decide if the fact he had his knickers in a knot about going out for a drink with a woman he had spoken to for probably no more than 7 minutes meant he had severe emotional problems. Why was he so uptight? Whilst he’d not exactly been Glasgow’s version of Casanova, he had been on dates in the last few years. There had been the nice dentist that he met in the supermarket and gotten to talking to over a discussion on the merits of Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc versus Napier. They’d had dinner a few times. He’d even kissed her, but he felt no desire to pursue her and when she text him to let her know she’d been asked out by someone else, he’d wished her joy and simply never thought of her again. He vaguely realised now that probably hadn’t been her main motivation is revealing that tit bit to him.  Then there was F&B journalist he’d met at a craft beer fair when he’d first started diversifying the farm. They’d gone out once she’d spent the entire night talking about her ex, who was a musician before puking in his car on the way home. He’d seen her at a few events since but she’s given him a wide berth. His car still smelt a bit on hot days.

But this, he knew, was different. He wanted to see her, to be in her company, to breath the same air as her. The thought of hearing her laugh, of maybe being the one who made her laugh…

After his fourth lap of the block he arrived back outside the bar. 6.55. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. It was quiet, being Sunday night and the bar contained about a dozen people. A small group of men in the corner drinking stout and discussing the different brews, a couple at the bar, and Claire.

She sat at a table near the window, staring out at the street. There was a book of poetry spine up in front of her and she had glass and bottle in front of her. Her hair was pulled back slightly, but was starting to escape near the front. She wore black jeans and a black shirt.Her pale skin seemed to glow.  She was lovelier than he had remembered.

“I promise to try not to spill that one down you” he said with a smile. She looked up at him and he motioned to the drink in front of her. “I’m not saying I won’t, but I promise I’ll try”

She smiled back and stood. There was an awkward moment when neither of them seemed to really know what to do. He wanted to touch her, but a hug seemed too familiar, a handshake too formal. Claire solved the dilemma by putting her hand on his arm.

“It’s lovely to see you, Jamie” she said sincerely and he felt the heat rise in his face slightly.

“Oh great” he thought, “now I’m blushing” Claire sat, not seeming to notice the colour which had flooded his cheeks. She gestured for him to do the same. “I’ll just get a drink, can I get you another? A whiskey this time?”

“Oh, no, a little early in proceedings for whiskey yet. I’ll have another of these.” She tipped the bottle towards him. Lady Broch Taurach pale ale. He grinned at her. “You like that do you?”

 “oh yes, my friend Joe at work introduced me to craft beers and he’s a big fan of a little brewery near Inverness, Lallybroch, I think they’re called. I’ve developed a taste for this one”

He nodded and headed to the bar. Lallybroch microbrewery was the most recent expansion he had made to his family business. Lallybroch had been in his family since forever and was a the main factor in his decision to leave oil and gas and come home to Scotland. He was strangely chuffed that she was drinking his beer, brewed on his farm and although he knew it to be simple coincidence, he could not help but feel the same jolt of serendipitous good fortune that he’d felt when he had, quite literally, bumped into her the night before.

He returned with the drinks and sat down next to her so they could both look out of the window. Its started to rain. Because of course it had. It was Scotland. They chatted aimlessly and easily and Jamie’s nerves dissipated slightly. He was still incredibly aware of her, but she was so unassuming, so funny. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun. She told him about her job at the hospital. She’s a surgeon. He told her about Lallybroch. She picked up the bottle in front of her. “I’m impressed. And who or what, exactly is a Lady Broch Taurach?”

“Well,” he settled in to tell a much loved story. “Lallybroch has been in my family since the eighteenth century. Back then we owned the whole estate, and our family were Lairds. The estate was called Broch Taurach, the Laird and his Lady were named for the estate. We just have the farm now, but it’s plenty.  The farm itself is a proper working hill sheep farm and we have some highland cattle as well. We have a tourist bit, with a gift shop and a restaurant and the such. And then about 18 months ago I opened the brewery. We sell to quite a few places. ‘The Laird’s bedroom’, which is a stout and the pale ale” he gestured to Claire’s drink “are probably our top sellers. I live in Glasgow most of the time, running the business side of things and my sister and her husband run the farm day to day”

“A brewer, my dream man” she said with a giggle taking a swig. By this point they’d both had more than was probably sensible or wise on a Sunday night and were both finding life and each other hilarious.

“So how did you end up in Scotland? A wee Sassenach lassie like yer self?” he deliberately thickened his highland accent  in the second half of the question and once again felt a warmth in the pit of his stomach at the sheer pleasure of making her laugh.

“Oh, well” her face darkened a bit “Well, it was my husband. Frank.”

“Your, your husband?” he swallowed audibly.

“Oh we’re divorced now. That tends to happen when your wife finds you in bed with your Phd student” She said this flippantly enough, but her jaw was set and her eyes had dulled.

“I’m sorry t’hear that, Claire”

“It’s fine, really, it’s just, well” She gestured vaguely into the air in a manner that conveyed that whilst things might be fine now, at some point in the not very distant past they had been a long way from fine. “It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t just lost the baby” Tears welled in her eyes and he could see her trying to master herself. He reached forward and took her hand.

“You don’t have to tell me. You don’t owe me anything, but if you want to talk. Well, I’ll do what I can to listen”  She gave him a watery half smile at that.

“Thank you, but really. It’s in the past. It was very hard at the time. I had to do a lot to move past it, but I did and I try not to look back.”

She squeezed his hand.

“I think I might let you buy me that whiskey now”

Several very good whiskeys later he had in turn told her all about Geneva, his terrible relationship history and the real reason for his being in the nightclub on the previous night.

Claire was doubled over with laughter as he reenacted the various conversations he had with people in the run up to the night itself.

“Why everyone seemed so sure I was gonna meet the love of my life in a dodgy Glasgow disco with sticky carpets and one pound shots I’ll never know? They must have really thought I was a hopeless case”

“I’m fairly certain that was why we ended up there as well. Glenna, one of the nurses I work with, has been trying to set me up for the past year. I know that Altered Images is definitely not poor Mary’s scene and from the way Geillie and Glenna were literally trying to throw me in the path of every man that came by, I suspect this was another attempt at finding me ‘a braw laddie’” She did a truly awful Scottish accent and they both laughed again.

“Ya know what, Claire?” he asked as he regained his composure, “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed as much as I have tonight, with you” Her colour heightened slightly at the compliment and she looked him in the eye.

Her eyes are the same colour as the whiskey he noted abstractly. Warm and golden, and so deep and rich you could lose yourself in them.

The moment was broken by the bar man coming over and asking them to drink up. Glancing around Jamie realised they were alone in the bar. He glanced at his watch.

“I er, well” He stuttered trying to find his thoughts. He did not want the night to end, but given that it was a Sunday night could think of no way to extend it.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” Claire asked outright with no hint of nervousness. “I have whiskey” she added teasingly, seeing him hesitate.

“Aye, why not?” He suddenly felt very alive and not a small bit reckless. He had no expectations of her, but the idea of irresponsibly drinking Scapa Glansa on a Sunday night with the woman of his dreams seemed like too good a chance to pass up.

“I only live around the corner, we can walk” Gathering up her book, which lay discarded on the table, and bag she held out a hand to him. He took it and together they walked out into the rainy night


Alex at the SAG-AFTRA Foundation’s “Conversations” Q&A & Yahoo! Studios today (May 16, 2017). Excerpts from his Q&A:

“The Perry/Celeste story is so deep, rich & conflicted… As you watch, you slowly see these cracks” - #Alexander Skarsgard on #Big Little Lies (x)

“I’m intrigued by & drawn to real characters.” - #Alexander Skarsgard on how he searches for roles #Conversations #Big Little Lies #acting (x)

“You use the source material for research, but you have to find the character on your own.” - #Alexander Skarsgard on #acting #Conversations (x)

“I don’t think about it as independent vs. studio. I’m connected to work by the quality of the story.” - #Alexander Skarsgard on #acting (x)

“My fav scene is Perry & Celeste’s 1st visit to the psychiatrist. We see a different side of Perry. - #Alexander Skarsgard on #BigLittleLies (x)

"It was important for me to not look back at 65 & say ‘I wish I had tried that acting thing.” - #Alexander Skarsgard on pursuing #acting (x)

“Get into your head space. After reading the script 50 times, I’m still coming up with ideas.” - #Alexander Skarsgard on #acting & research (x)

“Once I gave it a go, I was dead set on it. No one believed me out here, so I believed in myself.” -#Alexander Skarsgard on pursuing #acting (x)

“When we shot it, it was a limited series. That’s how it was planned.” - #Alexander Skarsgard on #Big Little Lies sequel opportunities (x)

“Alexander Skarsgaard admitted he’s never seen his father’s movie THE GLASS HOUSE. ‘I’m not really a fan,’ he joked.” (x)

Photo sources/Thanks:

1. sagaftraFOUND twitter (x): “#Alexander Skarsgard is at the Foundation for an interview on his career, craft & acclaimed role in @HBO’s #Big Little Lies! #Conversations.”

(x): “Thanks #Alexander Skarsgard & moderator @jenelleriley for today’s enlightening #Conversations on #Big Little Lies! The Q&A will be posted soon.”

2. yahoo instagram (x): Alexander Skarsgård stopped by our LA studio to share his favorite scene from @hbo’s 'Big Little Lies.’
📷: @thewonderwheel.”

3. yahootv instagram (x):  “Alexander Skarsgård dropped by our studio to recount his most memorable scene from @hbo’s #biglittlelies!
#hbo #alexanderskarsgard #perrywright #alexanderskarsgård.”

4. YahooTV twitter (x):  “#Alexander Skarsgard stopped by today to break down a memorable scene from #Big Little Lies for an upcoming # Emmy Talk. Video soon.”

5. JenKucsak instagram (x):  “Today I got to talk to Alexander Skarsgard about #big little lies and it was everything I ever dreamed of.”

⚡ Magical Harry Potter quotes for sorority tees & crafts! ⚡

Harry Potter sayings are perfect for bid day tee shirts, banners, paddles, canvases and more! Pick your favorite quote and add some Hogwarts magic to your sorority events and crafts. All quotes are written by J.K. Rowling, or inspired by her books.

⚡  Magical Harry Potter Quotes for Sorority Life: ⚡

  • Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
  • Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
  • In dreams, we enter a world that’s entirely our own.
  • It is our choices that show what we truly are.
  • Mischief managed.
  • I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
  • You’re a ____ Harry. (insert sorority name)
  • Don’t let the Muggles get you down.
  • Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
  • I would’ve gone to Hogwarts, but they didn’t have _____. (insert sorority name)
  • You sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
  • Until the very end.
  • Happiness can be found… if one remembers to turn on the light. 
  • Always.
  • I love magic.
  • If you have to ask, you will never know.
  • Till the very end.
  • Just a Wizard girl living in a Muggle world.
  • Hogwarts & _____ will always be there to welcome you home. 
  • Recruit like you’ve been picked for the Triwizard Tournament. 
  • What would Hermione do?
  • We do not need magic to change the world, we carry all the power we need within ourselves already.
  • Study like a Granger, Eat like a Weasley, Live like a Potter.
  • My Patronus is _____. (insert sorority name)
  • We accept the love we think we deserve. 

1) It will be hard to begin because there are many many information, and in the beginning it is very hard to know what is true and what is not, don’t give up because eventually you will know what you need to know and find your path.

2) We all make mistake in spells, in our Grimoires, in tarot reading, in everything, mistakes you make are a part of learning. You will learn from your mistakes, mistakes will turn into experience, and experience into knowledge.

3)Learn, learn and learn more. Doesn’t matter if you are in this for a day, week, month, year or 10 years, you always need to learn and you will never know everything. It is very important for your growth, the more you expand your knowledge,the more you will grow as a witch.

4) You don’t even have to do spells to consider yourself as a witch, you can be a part of Wicca or Pagan religion without doing the craft. On the other side, even that little sigil you drew on your notebook or palm or anywhere is considered magic, and whit that little sigil you are crafting. No need for big explosions in spells or rituals for being a witch.

5) IT DOES NOT ALWAYS WORK. If your spells don’t work, especially in the beginning, don’t quit trying. You need to focus, put a lot of work in that, and the more you believe, the bigger the chance that it will work. And if it doesn’t, try again. And again.

Blessed be fellow witches! 


Been out on my Honeymoon so I haven’t had much time to post my Inktober progress until now! Here are the first five days of my RPG Inktober list!

Day 1. Dwarf: The Gem of the Cliffs. A beautiful dwarven noblewoman and entrepreneur with suitors from across dwarven clans.

Day 2. Paladin: The Everyman. A young lad who was blessed by divinity for simply doing what was right with no expectation of reward. 

Day 3. Witch: The Moth Girl. A mysterious gnomish witch who works by night and claims to whisper secrets to her small companions.

Day 4. Elemental: The Geode Priestess. A stern matriarch who divines for her clan using the naturally growing crystalline structures of her home.

Day 5. Gnome: The Tinkerer. A crafting wizard with big ideas and little foresight, constantly accompanied by her white rat familiar. 

auri--el  asked:

How's the attic going? ⸜(* ॑꒳ ॑* )⸝

Waiting to hear back from the landlord right now! They need to check things with the insurance company and stuff before we can do much, so its at a bit of a stand still. But its *MOSTLY* cleared out now. The remainder of the stuff up there that isn’t being kept we’ll likely need to get a skip for (old insulation, scrap wood, random crap). It looked like this a few weeks ago:

So its actually pretty impressive that you can see the floor now lmao, this entire area is almost completely clear.

But yeah, definitely some progress! Fingers crossed we get the all clear from the landlord!

My only worry is that its going to be fairly expensive to actually kit it out.T__T Like its already gonna be quite pricey to hire a skip and recarpet it and stuff so I’m afraid of finally having it all set up and ready to go… and then no money to furnish it. LOL. 

This is a really rough crappy idea of the kinda layout I want:

(I’m slowly putting together an Amazon list with all the stuff I want, or similar things, so if you wanna get a better idea of the stuff I want to put in all those places you can check it out)

So the yellow storage areas will be curtained off to keep all the attic stuff that we have to keep.

The two grey bits down the side where the storage etc etc is represents like, the little bits under the.. slope?? In here:

So yeah I want to put some sort of futon thing in (obviously the bare beams and everything are going to be covered first haha) with lots of pillows and cosy blankets and a curtain to make a secret little nap area.

Then have a little area with like a kettle, mini fridge, cup-a-soups etc for when people come over, or if I’m spending all day up there working so that I can have snacks and drinks without having to go all the way down to the kitchen. And then some shelves to display some cute things, maybe with little drawers in the bottom to keep craft supplies and such!

Then in the main area, a big ol’ corner desk for editing and crafting and art, a little section to put all my cute plushes, and I was thinking of putting something like this in there:

BECAUSE then I can have like, a double layer of plushes so they’ll be displayed better, but then when people are visiting it can be brought out as more seating space, or maybe even an extra place to sleep!

And I’ve been obsessed with the idea of having a Kotatsu for years so I want to see if one of my friends in Japan can smuggle me one over if the postage isn’t too insane LOL. And on the wall above the desk and plushes I want to mount a TV.:)

On the other side of the room, a day bed, which can be set up like a pretty sofa most of the time (but then can be folded out into a double bed for guests staying over). That would be my filming area. So I’d have pretty cushions and maybe spooky art in ornate frames or something up on the wall behind me, maybe some string lights!^_^

I want an insanely massive ridiculous bean bag up there to chill out in too lol.

AAAND I want to fix my mannequin (or get a new one) and have it set up to plan outfits, and the rest of the time have it wearing something super pretty as extra decoration.

The two yellow bits either side of where the day bed is are dips in the wall, which will also be storage. I’m going to keep things like lights, tripods, etc in there. I also have a clothing rack that packs away down into poles that I’ll keep stored there, but then if I’m doing say, a clothing haul video or something I can set it up and hang everything up on it so I can show everything way better! And I’m also going to get a big ol’ fold out table to store somewhere, so I can bring it out to film things like makeup tutorials, or larger craft projects, or to set up my sewing machine when I learn to use that!

The general idea is to paint the wall that I’ll film against a nice grey (so I don’t blend into the background as badly as I do in my bedroom lmao) and then like I said, have nice pictures or something, and then paint the wall at the other side of the room pink haha! So one half of the attic will be a bit more gothy, and the other half will be like… weeaboo land lmao.

So yeah pretty excited!:D

….That was an awful lot of information ffs LOL. I’m sure a simple “Its going quite well thank you” would have been enough.:’) SORRY.