Totally forgot to share this, but yooo check out this pine needle basket I made a couple months ago! I’m going to start experimenting with using wild vines and invasive plants as an alternative fiber for baskets. Anyone have any suggestions?
70x70cm, ink, graphite on paper
The butterfly needs more space than the cocoon, I think, so the butterfly has the largest paper
Weave a cocoon
36x48cm, Indian ink, acrylic, needle and thread on paper
A collection of artefacts for manufacture of textiles; spinning and weaving.
image 1; group of bone and copper-alloy needles; weaving tablets used to make cord and braid; spindle whorl image 2; weavers needles; rare set of four bone weaving tablets from Beeches Road, Cirencester
My final work is a representation of a world which may
sometimes feel fragmented and broken, tied together with tenuous and fragile
threads. Through experimentation, my work was able to change and evolve over
I chose to transform a large, red rectangular box with
smooth sides. I used a utility knife to cut out small triangular shapes and
sewed them together using coloured thread. Triangles give a façade of
orderliness, but in places the veneer is peeling, revealing the corrugated
layer in the middle. I cut organically shaped spaces in the triangles, poked holes around their outsides using
a needle, and then randomly weaved the thread through the holes and across the
centre. The joined triangles resulted in a layer that looked like a
topographical, undulating landscape. I chose to keep the work small so as to
focus on the intricacy of the thread and the torn cardboard. The organic colour
retains the origins of the box, showing a full transformation.
It was daunting not knowing what was going to emerge from my
experimentation, but I enjoyed the process more than I expected and found it
allowed me to be more flexible in my final work.
Summary: February is fridged freezing and Marinette notices how cold a certain kitty gets.
Word Count: 737
Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Chat Noir
Author Info: Short fanfic. LIKE OH MY GOD, I WRITTEN SOMETHING FRICKIN SHORT THIS TIME AND IT’S LESS THAN A THOUSAND WORDS!
I know I’m an hour late but I still wanted to put this in for ML Staff Appreciation Week’s day one: Affection. Got this inspiration when walking to class in the November air today. As usual its Mari and Chat as I am obsessed with these nerds.
“Knit One, Curl Two, Knit One, Curl Two…”
The sounds of clicking knitting needles together as they weaving a wooly black hooded cape out of love…
Was it love?
Marinette sighed, letting the puff of white smoke escaping her strawberry glossed lips be the physical interpretation of her confusing heart.
It had been about four days since she had tended to him and given him that ticket. Three days since he began leaving her gifts of delicious strawberries dipped in rich chocolates, fresh roses and fancy silk; each one of always left with a black card with a green paw print filled with by far the cheesiest romantic lines she had ever heard.
Honestly, if that mangy cat gone and fallen for her, it would have taken much more to woo Marinette as her heart belonged to Adrien and she wasn’t about to fall for any of Chat Noir’s romantic tactics.
Okay… maybe there are somethings I like about that dumb kitty. I mean why am I staying up late to knit this for him when I could be doing other things like practicing or homework?
For the past few nights, Marinette wondered if Chat Noir ever got cold. Sure his suit was black which made it easier for him to regulate temperatures. But still, it was late in February and today’s Akuma sighting was less than comfortable in the freezing temperatures as it left him shivering while she remembered to bundle up before she transformed. And there was that instance where Ayla turned into the Akuma Lady Wifi and had tossed him into the freezer. Surely he would CAT-ch a cold if he didn’t not dress for cold weather.
So she took it into her own hands to knit him something warm for those cold patrols she ended up dragging him around at night. She wanted him at the top of his game, wanted him at his best…
Marinette swallowed hard as she pursed her lips, a light blush glowed against her cold skin. She pulled orange and red throw that had slid off her shoulders back into its place, letting another puff of her breath gently float upward and fade into the nighttime sky.
She didn’t want to believe it. She refused to believe it. She absolutely swore that it wasn’t happening to her.
I’m in love with Adrien, not that stupid flirt Chat Noir. I like blond haired guys who look like an angel that Michelangelo painted, not crazy alley cats who flirt with every girl in Paris. Guys with gentle souls and kind hearts not, not pompous pussy cats that are reckless and… and… ugh…
She knew she was being unfair as Chat did have all those good qualities too. But, Marinette liked Adrien more than that boy as he was much more mature and quieter. But still that all those things that Chat did for her four nights before… it made her see a different side… one that ultimately invaded her thoughts every time she closed her eyes.
Right on schedule…
Marinette pretended to not notice the green eyes staring vividly at her backside as she removed the needles from her little project and tied the final strands together. She held the hooded short cloak out, admiring the white knitted words “Meow” against the fluffy black yarn, the fluffy black puff balls dangling on the adjustment strings that swung back and forth in kitty temptation. She heard a faint gasp behind her and could already see his claw reaching for the fluffy pompoms that were hypnotizing him.
Instantly, she whirled around, throwing her handmade net over his head and letting it drape over his chest. He blinked for a moment, trying to register what just happened.
Marinette stepped back to admire her handy work as Chat had jumped down from his perch on the railing, his feet quietly landing on the hardwood flooring. He spun around to get a better look at his new garment that she just threw on him, ears flicking with curiosity. The way the ear shaped areas accommodated his cat ears on each side of the hood was just right, the way the “Meow” words look befitting for his theme, and he looked absolutely adorable in it!
All and all… it was perfect and to see him enjoy it was even more welcoming to her.
He turned to her, cocking his head as he set her heart racing with that childish sparkle of awe and wonder echoing from his green eyes.
Marinette finally stood up, walked up to him and leaned upward to plant a kiss on his nose. She stepped back, enjoying the sight of his burning face against the black fuzzy cloak she spent her precious time making.
“A little something to keep my knight warm during these winter nights,” she said with a playful grin.