Marta
@another-marta.bsky.social
Obsessed with yarn, fueled by coffee. When I’m not sipping on a fresh brew, you’ll find me buried in my latest project, always excited to learn something new. 🌈LGTBIQ+ safe space 🫶🏻
(I) When my niece was born a few months ago, I was so scared I wouldn’t know how to bond with her—a baby—while living thousands of kilometers away. Now, I love sending her postcards, watching her grow from afar, and creating little traditions just for us.
December 27, 2024 at 2:04 PM
(I) When my niece was born a few months ago, I was so scared I wouldn’t know how to bond with her—a baby—while living thousands of kilometers away. Now, I love sending her postcards, watching her grow from afar, and creating little traditions just for us.
My grandma (93) still slips me loose change every time I visit her. So, what better way to honor her generosity than crocheting her a coin purse? Full circle, one stitch at a time. #crochet
December 27, 2024 at 9:06 AM
My grandma (93) still slips me loose change every time I visit her. So, what better way to honor her generosity than crocheting her a coin purse? Full circle, one stitch at a time. #crochet
Not to brag, but where I live, we exchange Christmas gifts on January 6th. Which means I still have a whole week to ignore the fact that I haven’t crocheted a single present and then panic-crochet everything on the night of January 5th. It’s called tradition. #crochet
December 27, 2024 at 8:10 AM
Not to brag, but where I live, we exchange Christmas gifts on January 6th. Which means I still have a whole week to ignore the fact that I haven’t crocheted a single present and then panic-crochet everything on the night of January 5th. It’s called tradition. #crochet
Posting here after weeks of forgetting this app exists feels like walking into a party you ghosted and shouting, 'Did I miss anything?'
December 26, 2024 at 9:43 PM
Posting here after weeks of forgetting this app exists feels like walking into a party you ghosted and shouting, 'Did I miss anything?'
When you’re a vegetarian at the company Christmas dinner and your main course is... three soggy asparagus spears straight from the jar, delicately placed on a hummus so dense it could double as dental cement. Festive, no? 🤮
November 24, 2024 at 8:59 AM
When you’re a vegetarian at the company Christmas dinner and your main course is... three soggy asparagus spears straight from the jar, delicately placed on a hummus so dense it could double as dental cement. Festive, no? 🤮
Saturday well spent: new nails, a cozy spot, and my crochet hook ready for action. Nothing beats the feeling of stitching away while admiring a fresh manicure. Productivity, but make it stylish. 🧶
November 23, 2024 at 6:13 PM
Saturday well spent: new nails, a cozy spot, and my crochet hook ready for action. Nothing beats the feeling of stitching away while admiring a fresh manicure. Productivity, but make it stylish. 🧶
Note to self: if I ever get the idea to crochet a seed stitch vest in a 3X again, someone please stop me. How many *dozens* of rows does it take to gain a couple of centimeters?! 🧶
November 21, 2024 at 5:30 PM
Note to self: if I ever get the idea to crochet a seed stitch vest in a 3X again, someone please stop me. How many *dozens* of rows does it take to gain a couple of centimeters?! 🧶
Do I have 4 WIPs? Yes I do. I have just started crocheting a new shawl? Of course I have. 🧶
November 21, 2024 at 10:45 AM
Do I have 4 WIPs? Yes I do. I have just started crocheting a new shawl? Of course I have. 🧶
In a shocking turn of events that will surprise absolutely no one: I cried.
I’ve always been the independent older sister—maybe even a little cold and distant. And yet, here I am, fighting the urge to lock myself in the work bathroom to cry because I miss my sister and my niece so much. They’re just a flight away, but it feels like a universe.
November 20, 2024 at 7:56 PM
In a shocking turn of events that will surprise absolutely no one: I cried.
I’ve always been the independent older sister—maybe even a little cold and distant. And yet, here I am, fighting the urge to lock myself in the work bathroom to cry because I miss my sister and my niece so much. They’re just a flight away, but it feels like a universe.
November 20, 2024 at 4:10 PM
I’ve always been the independent older sister—maybe even a little cold and distant. And yet, here I am, fighting the urge to lock myself in the work bathroom to cry because I miss my sister and my niece so much. They’re just a flight away, but it feels like a universe.
After a whole week without picking up my hook, I finally crocheted again today. It’s like my hands remembered their purpose in life—stitching my way back to sanity, one loop at a time. 🧶
November 20, 2024 at 12:48 PM
After a whole week without picking up my hook, I finally crocheted again today. It’s like my hands remembered their purpose in life—stitching my way back to sanity, one loop at a time. 🧶
After a week with my sister and niece, I’m flying back home today. If someone could invent a way to bottle baby smells and the morning coos she greets me with, I’d be the first in line. Long-distance aunt life isn’t for the weak. 💔
November 19, 2024 at 4:31 PM
After a week with my sister and niece, I’m flying back home today. If someone could invent a way to bottle baby smells and the morning coos she greets me with, I’d be the first in line. Long-distance aunt life isn’t for the weak. 💔
I’ve stumbled upon a TikTok account about a Swedish Angora goat, and let me tell you—watching it munch on fruit and veggies does more for my nervous system than Diazepam ever could. Peak therapy.
November 18, 2024 at 9:35 PM
I’ve stumbled upon a TikTok account about a Swedish Angora goat, and let me tell you—watching it munch on fruit and veggies does more for my nervous system than Diazepam ever could. Peak therapy.
Picture this: I land in a Central European city, and a clearly Spanish tourist asks me for directions in very broken English. I reply in perfect Spanish, only for her to compliment me on my ‘amazing Spanish accent.’ Being myself Spanish, ma’am, I was born for this role.
November 18, 2024 at 8:16 PM
Picture this: I land in a Central European city, and a clearly Spanish tourist asks me for directions in very broken English. I reply in perfect Spanish, only for her to compliment me on my ‘amazing Spanish accent.’ Being myself Spanish, ma’am, I was born for this role.
I’ve reached the point where I desperately want a massive crochet blanket to cocoon myself in—but also, I have zero interest in spending the next three years making it. 🧶
November 17, 2024 at 7:12 PM
I’ve reached the point where I desperately want a massive crochet blanket to cocoon myself in—but also, I have zero interest in spending the next three years making it. 🧶
In May, I finished the granny squares for a top and even managed to join them together. It’s now November, and I still haven’t worked up the motivation to weave in the ends. Procrastination? No, it’s called *savoring the process*… or so I tell myself. 🧶
November 17, 2024 at 2:47 PM
In May, I finished the granny squares for a top and even managed to join them together. It’s now November, and I still haven’t worked up the motivation to weave in the ends. Procrastination? No, it’s called *savoring the process*… or so I tell myself. 🧶
From being proudly child-free and wanting nothing to do with other's kids to becoming the aunt who spends hours lying on the floor mesmerized by how fascinating my niece actually is. Who knew watching a little person discover the world could be so heartwarming and honestly, the highlight of my week?
November 16, 2024 at 9:58 PM
From being proudly child-free and wanting nothing to do with other's kids to becoming the aunt who spends hours lying on the floor mesmerized by how fascinating my niece actually is. Who knew watching a little person discover the world could be so heartwarming and honestly, the highlight of my week?
Does the Dyson hair dryer really live up to the hype, or have I been on TikTok so long that I’m ready to drop a small fortune on air that goes *whoosh*?
November 16, 2024 at 9:35 PM
Does the Dyson hair dryer really live up to the hype, or have I been on TikTok so long that I’m ready to drop a small fortune on air that goes *whoosh*?
My love language is carefully curating TikToks that range from unhinged humor to oddly specific life hacks, then sending them your way at questionable hours. If that’s not affection, I don’t know what is 🫶🏻.
November 16, 2024 at 8:47 PM
My love language is carefully curating TikToks that range from unhinged humor to oddly specific life hacks, then sending them your way at questionable hours. If that’s not affection, I don’t know what is 🫶🏻.
I live in a city, in a tiny apartment, and yet here I am, delusionally planning where my imaginary pet alpaca will sleep. Priorities, right? 🦙
November 16, 2024 at 7:56 PM
I live in a city, in a tiny apartment, and yet here I am, delusionally planning where my imaginary pet alpaca will sleep. Priorities, right? 🦙
Honestly, is there anything better than being the cool auntie, or is that the peak of human existence?
November 15, 2024 at 7:28 PM
Honestly, is there anything better than being the cool auntie, or is that the peak of human existence?
Is this the secret club for those who crochet while sipping a flat white, or did I miss the memo? 🧶
November 15, 2024 at 7:19 PM
Is this the secret club for those who crochet while sipping a flat white, or did I miss the memo? 🧶