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Chembu🌺🧶

@chembarathi.bsky.social

Autistic(she/they) ~Bangalore,India ~ Maker of beautiful things 🧶 Bedbound by #MECFS and Appreciate all kinds of Support through https://chembarathicrafts.dm2buy.com/ https://ko-fi.com/chembarathi/shop

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Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · 6h ago

🧶 This has become a non secret after Charizard. This is the year of dragons for me. Two dragons together represents guardians and since my life has been guardian less, I decided to make them for me. 😁 Wonderful pattern by @greyowlknits.bsky.social #knitsky

A pair of wip mittens that have a dragon on one side
Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · 3mo ago

🧶 i spent a lot of time hyperfocusing on this one and now only thumb and decreases remaining for the left Mitten. The golden colour one is Symfonie Terra by Knitpro. It is made in India, but like many other knitpro products only a few outlets are selling this in India. 😬 #knitsky

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · 9h ago

When I am dying, let me know .... That I loved all lovely things That I loved with all my strength, To my soul's full depth and length, Careless if my heart must break, That I sang as children sing Fitting tunes to everything, Loving life for its own sake. - Sara Teasdale #Poetry 💙📚👀

A Prayer When I am dying, let me know That I loved the blowing snow Although it stung like whips; That I loved all lovely things And I tried to take their stings With gay unembittered lips; That I loved with all my strength, To my soul's full depth and length, Careless if my heart must break, That I sang as children sing Fitting tunes to everything, Loving life for its own sake.
The Doctor (Commissions open)@lucidillusions.in · 3d ago

Not a huge fan of putting it out, but it's been such a month... I gotta raise around 300usd this week, and I'd rather find people who will like to commission work, buy some art or pick up prints (please share) lucidillusions.darkroom.com/collections/... ko-fi.com/lucidillusio...

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The Doctor (Commissions open)@lucidillusions.in · 2w ago

What are the chances I can get 10 commissions in the next 2 week to help pay bills? (multiple assignments got delayed by weeks, so while I need to get some new shoots lined up, getting commissions also help or buying prints of my work) Photo prints: lucidillusions.darkroom.com or art prints.

Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · yesterday

It ends or it doesn't. That's what you say. That's how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn't. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to live without it. -Caitlyn Siehl #Poetry 💙📚👀

It Ends or It Doesn't It ends or it doesn't. That's what you say. That's how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn't. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to live without it. If they don't come back, you sleep in the middle of the bed, learn how to make enough coffee for yourself alone. Adapt. Adjust. It ends or it doesn't. It ends or it doesn't. We do not perish. -Caitlyn Siehl
Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · 2d ago

🧶🧦Dustland Socks - Miles and miles of knitting and almost out of yarn. 😭 I have not come across any other designers using this garter heel flap. I have three west Knits sock pattern and all of them have this heel. #knitsky

A wip socks with a lot of interesting textures in a person's fiot
Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · 2d ago

And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, And you learn to build all your roads on today Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. #Poetry 💙📚👀

You Learn Jorge Luis Borges After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning And company doesn't mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts And presents aren't promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, And you learn to build all your roads on today Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn... That even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure... That you really are strong And you really do have worth... And you learn and learn... With every good-bye you learn.
Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · 3d ago

Most Days I Want to Live by Not all days. But most days I do. Most days the garden's almost enough: little pink flowers on the sage, even though the man said we couldn't eat it. Not this kind. And I said, Then, gosh. What's the point? The flowers themselves, I suppose #Poetry 💙📚👀

Most Days I Want to Live by Gabrielle Calvocoressi Not all days. But most days I do. Most days the garden's almost enough: little pink flowers on the sage, even though the man said we couldn't eat it. Not this kind. And I said, Then, gosh. What's the point? The flowers themselves, I suppose. The rain came and then the hail came and my love brought them in. Even tipped over they look optimistic. I know it's too late to envy the flowers. That century's over and done. And hope? That's a jinx. But I did set them right. I patted them a little. And prayed for myself, which is embarrassing to admit in this day and age. But I did it. Because no one was looking or listening anyway.
jessamyn@librarian.bsky.social · 5d ago

I work at a public library. People who want to use AI seem to have no trouble doing so. People who don't want to use AI have a harder time. I crowdsourced and then finalized this document "How to disable or avoid intrusive AI" and then gave it a short URL: notoai.org Please pass along if it's useful

An aircraft passenger oxygen mask: a drop down passenger mask with air bag and yellow plastic mouth and nose cover, oxygen tube has been cut; Demonstration model used by flight attendant crew for passenger instruction. Has text on the side indicating that it's non-functional.
Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · 4d ago

Heavy drops, carrying more than they can bear, fall from no-where, bending leaves already sagging, and one by one, the leaves let go. .. Surrender is like this. Not giving up, but missing and letting go. - Mark Nepo #Poetry 💙📚👀

SATURATED, by Mark Nepo Heavy drops, carrying more than they can bear, fall from no-where, bending leaves already sagging, and one by one, the leaves let go. They drift to the earth, each quiet as a master juggler missing everything so completely that he realizes he is being juggled. Surrender is like this. Not giving up, but missing and letting go.
Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · 5d ago

#ShowMeYourKnits 🧶 As usual everything is 🧦. I am only adding the first one i knitted 1. Java Socks - My first ever fancy socks and second pair of socks . I remember trying it on and the joy it brought - have been high on sock joy ever since 😁 2. Togetherness Socks 3. Ilana Socks #knitsky

A bright pink sock with tiny cables on my foot Pattern - Java SocksA pair of handknitted socks in blue with pink toes on a person's footA pair of handknitted socks on foot that propped up against a wall
Liv Ross@livrunsfast.bsky.social · 2w ago

Knitters! It’s our birthday 🎂! #ShowMeYourKnits is turning 2️⃣! Two years of building community, sharing knits & making friends 🎉! Going from invite-only void to thriving yarn chat 🧶! To celebrate being 2, show me something you’ve knit (at least) TWICE! One of my earliest, Wee Stripes Baby Jumper.

Cream hand knit baby jumper with thin navy stripes on body and arms. Garter stitch cuffs, collar, and hem, with three wooden buttons at left shoulder.
Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · 5d ago

we loved salt. in moderation, it was crucial. dangerous, in excess. in the sea, it was the divinity. on the floor, it was superstitious. on the wound, it was searing. in tears, it was a witness. in sweat, a menace. - Noor Unnahar #Poetry 💙📚👀

[Salt] 23 May 2026 we loved salt. in moderation, it was crucial. dangerous, in excess. in the sea, it was the divinity. on the floor, it was superstitious. on the wound, it was searing. in tears, it was a witness. in sweat, a menace. on your grave, i left a bag. a kg of salt. in case heaven wasn't that blessed.
Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · 6d ago

That we can make a house called tomorrow. What we bring, finally, into the new day, every day, Is ourselves. And that's all we need To start. That's everything we require to keep going. Look back only for as long as you must, Then go forward into the history you will make. -Alberto Rios #Poetry 💙📚👀

A House Called Tomorrow Alberto Ríos - 1952- You are not fifteen, or twelve, or seventeen-You are a hundred wild centuries And fifteen, bringing with you In every breath and in every step Everyone who has come before you, All the yous that you have been, The mothers of your mother, The fathers of your father. If someone in your family tree was trouble, A hundred were not: The bad do not win-not finally, No matter how loud they are. We simply would not be here If that were so. You are made, fundamentally, from the good. With this knowledge, you never march alone. You are the breaking news of the century. You are the good who has come forward Through it all, even if so many days Feel otherwise. But think: When you as a child learned to speak, It's not that you didn't know words- It's that, from the centuries, you knew so many, And it's hard to choose the words that will be your own. From those centuries we human beings bring with us The simple solutions and songs, The river bridges and star charts and song harmonies All in service to a simple idea: That we can make a house called tomorrow. What we bring, finally, into the new day, every day, Is ourselves. And that's all we need To start. That's everything we require to keep going. Look back only for as long as you must, Then go forward into the history you will make. Be good, then better. Write books. Cure disease. Make us proud. Make yourself proud. And those who came before you? When you hear thunder, Hear it as their applause.
Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · last wk.

When I stepped ashore in this body I was recognized at once and given a name . Somewhere in a field, my hair. Somewhere in a lake,my skin,some rooftop where my gaze rested some star, a wish. This is my address on earth: temporary, fragile, a name in the phonebook, at the moment, alive. - #Poetry 💙📚👀

JOYCE SUTPHEN THIS BODY When I stepped ashore in this body I was recognized at once and given a name. My bones were smaller, but the shape of the cheek and the chin are the same. This is the only body I know: this color my eyes, this color my skin. Every scar is mine. I have become as tall, as slim, as old as I am. My voice has carried the weight of what I had to say. Words were scattered along the way: words on gravel roads, in hallways and staircases. Words on a wire. Somewhere in a field, my hair. Somewhere in a lake, my skin, some rooftop where my gaze rested, some star, a wish. This is my address on earth: temporary, fragile, a name in the phonebook, at the moment, alive. 251
Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · last wk.

You are free. The river films with lilies, .....: the light Looks after you, you feel the waves' goodwill As arms widen over the water; Love, The key is turned. Extend yourself. It is the Nile, the sun is shining, Everywhere you turn is luck. - Louise Gluck #Poetry 💙📚👀

LOUISE GLÜCK THE UNDERTAKING The darkness lifts, imagine, in your lifetime. There you are-cased in clean bark you drift Through weaving rushes, fields flooded with cotton. You are free. The river films with lilies, Shrubs appear, shoots thicken into palm. And now All fear gives way: the light Looks after you, you feel the waves' goodwill As arms widen over the water; Love, The key is turned. Extend yourself. It is the Nile, the sun is shining, Everywhere you turn is luck.
Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · last wk.

joy has been beckoning you for many a year my friend you were just too busy doing, to see the very next time joy wraps her quiet warmth around you as the garden embraces your weary body in its wildness tip her a nod...she doesn't stay long but if you are a gracious host joy comes back. #Poetry 💙📚👀

JOY COMES BACK When you finally realise that joy is less fireworks, more firefly less orchestra, more birdsong she will come back much more often for joy will not fight with the fast pace of this life she is not in the shiny or the new she breathes in the basic, simmers in the simple and dances in the daily to-and-fro joy has been beckoning you for many a year my friend you were just too busy doing, to see the very next time joy wraps her quiet warmth around you as the garden embraces your weary body in its wildness tip her a nod...she doesn't stay long but if you are a gracious host joy comes back. DONNA ASHWORTH @donnaashworthword
Liv Ross@livrunsfast.bsky.social · 2w ago

Knitters! It’s our birthday 🎂! #ShowMeYourKnits is turning 2️⃣! Two years of building community, sharing knits & making friends 🎉! Going from invite-only void to thriving yarn chat 🧶! To celebrate being 2, show me something you’ve knit (at least) TWICE! One of my earliest, Wee Stripes Baby Jumper.

Cream hand knit baby jumper with thin navy stripes on body and arms. Garter stitch cuffs, collar, and hem, with three wooden buttons at left shoulder. Pink hand knit baby jumper with thin cream stripes on body and arms. Garter stitch cuffs, collar, and hem, with three wooden buttons at left shoulder. Two striped hand knit baby jumpers, folded in half lengthwise and placed together to form one jumper with different patterned halves. Two striped hand knit baby jumpers on a wooden table.
Chembu🌺🧶@chembarathi.bsky.social · 2w ago

No, no, there is no going back. Less and less you are that possibility you were. More and more you have become those lives and deaths that have belonged to you. You have become a sort of grave containing much that was and is no more in time, beloved then, now, and always. -Wendell Berry #Poetry 💙📚👀

There is No Going Back Wendell Berry No, no, there is no going back. Less and less you are that possibility you were. More and more you have become those lives and deaths that have belonged to you. You have become a sort of grave containing much that was and is no more in time, beloved then, now, and always. And so you have become a sort of tree standing over a grave. Now more than ever you can be generous toward each day that comes, young, to disappear forever, and yet remain unaging in the mind. Every day you have less reason not to give yourself away.