the dread pirate roberts has come for your sole

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so i uh

i dunno if i mentioned that like. time kinda got away from me and i had a bunch of things i was gonna buy for this vacation that like. forgot to do. so here i am in my old shit and it’s all falling apart. yeah the sole fell off my hiking boot yeah but also the soles started peeling off my old tevas i was wearing to swim, yeah? so we got superglue and i stuck them back on, no problem.

well i went out in the water with the kids today. they had a terrible plastic rowboat and were throwing one another out of it, and i just. decided to go along, since there’s been drama and people getting run over with boats and oared in the head and whatnot. so i just put on a life vest and swam out to the boat and helped keep anyone from getting murdered, helped enforce the wearing of lifejackets, etc.

at one point in the very cloudy water something bonked me in the foot, which was deeply disconcerting. i kicked it violently away.

a little later my other foot was behaving strangely and i had the brainwave to check on my shoe soles and realized the sole was peeling back off my sandal.

i took the shoes off and held them, and made my way back to shore. dude gave me his flip-flops. i then looked at my tevas and realized that while one had the sole peeled nearly off, the other had in fact lost the entire sole. whoops. well i can’t fix those now.

also, i realized, the falling-off soles were worn through in the middle so maybe it was time to let those sandals go.

anyway Sister 3 says i should wait for labor day sales before i buy new boots and sandals but i don’t want to wait i just wanna get it over with because i have so much trouble buying shit.

apart from that– well, including that, today was a glorious day of inactivity. i sat around, finally sewed the alterations to the farm t-shirt that doesn’t fit me but that i’ve been wearing to the farmer’s market every time i work it, and basically wasted time all day. I did more leatherworking with the nephews– one has a book of suggested projects but it calls for tools and materials I don’t have. what i have is a couple awls, some cord, some deer hides, and some needles. that’s it. so. yesterday we made little flap wallets. today i taught them how to make a pattern for a drawstring bag, and talked through the ideas they had about how else to do it, and explained why my method was really the only method that was going to work well, and they eventually agreed. Which was good– I do like a know-it-all kid when they actually listen and reason through things.

In the end we used the method I suggested– measure out the circle for the base that you need, then make a strip the height you want that’s also the circumference of the base– and instead of using the method with the prick wheel to mark the stitches i just said it was likely easier to eyeball them and punch them one at a time with the awl as you went. We also used an overcast stitch to attach the base to the walls, and then to close up the wall seam. And to put the drawcord in, we punched pairs of slits to thread it through– the concept of making a cord casing was a good one for fabric but the leather would be too thick.

anyway. Nephew 3 finished his but wasn’t listening to me when I explained how to finish the seam, so he just sewed the last stitch and cut it off, so now it’s coming undone so i have to go get another length of cord and re-sew the end of it. (”Go back through the previous stitch holes, and maybe do it twice,” i said, and he was like “yeah yeah i get it! cool” and then did not do that. kid. now i gotta fix it. it’s fine. tomorrow.) Nephew 2 wanted to use a different stitch to finish the side seam and messed around and messed around and finally was like ok no you were right this won’t work. Listen, this is all fine and good learning.

The bonus was that it stopped the boys running and hollering, to work on stuff. They’d complained, earlier– their mother had yelled at them for being menaces and they’d whined that they didn’t have anything to make, and like. fair. One of them does blacksmithing and the other does welding and 3D printing and of course they don’t have the equipment here. Having outlets to make things is actually kind of important to their not destroying things. So I was glad I could do a thing with them.

But boy am I sleepy. (Your picture was not posted)

gifts

venerable, also very cool because i have this gay-ass knife

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so, two things, one is that it’s my birthday and Dude got me the lady’s leg knife from the bearselkie post i am too ADHD to go look up:

and second is that there’s a chapter update!

i was hoping to have a new thing done for my birthday to post but, well, maybe later. i also was hoping to get a Peace-Tied chapter done but I wasted a bunch of time re-editing the last chapter I posted because I lost track of where I’d left off posting so like. I had to regroup there, so maybe I’ll get that out tomorrow or so or maybe I won’t, LOL. so it’s Pearls again, and Morvran has a bad day.

FIT FOR PEARLS CHAPTER ELEVEN https://archiveofourown.org/works/31289303/chapters/83210671 (how tf are we on 11 already what)

If she had asked Geralt, Morvran could have listened, and would have learned much. He knew the events, certainly, but Geralt could explain to him why Dijkstra had failed to betray the others, could have confirmed for him whether Vernon Roche was fond or resentful of Adda. Those were the sorts of details Morvran’s spies had not caught.

“I’ll have to ask him,” Cirilla said diffidently, as if she hadn’t spoken to him about it. As if it had never occurred to her to ask Geralt about the events he’d witnessed, and had often influenced. Which was a clear enough message: not with you present. It wasn’t unexpected, but it wasn’t good. She was saying unambiguously that she did not trust Morvran, and considered him her father’s creature, which was understandable, as he was. But she didn’t understand; she was now her father’s highest priority, and Morvran had expanded his allegiance. He didn’t want to admit even to himself that he’d been desperately eager to latch onto her, to have something besides Emhyr– but he did, and he had, and he was hers now, and she didn’t realize it.

And didn’t want him. (Your picture was not posted)

Happy birthday!! Thanks for all the writing!!

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