Gothic Fingerless Gloves

Halloween mood (and disappearing gloves) 🕸️

Halloween is coming.

It’s not traditionally a big celebration in Poland, but that’s slowly changing—especially among younger people. Every year there are more decorations, more themed events, more cosplay parties lighting up the cities. It’s quietly growing into something much bigger.

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From inspiration to idea

I’ve always been drawn to the gothic side of things, so this time of year feels like the perfect excuse to lean into that style a little more. Lately, I’ve been noticing these beautiful lacy, fingerless gloves—both short and long—that instantly give off that elegant, slightly vampiric, gothic vibe. They pair so well with both simple and more extravagant outfits that I couldn’t resist trying to make a pair myself.

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The making

For this project, I chose a black acrylic yarn with a delicate silver thread running through it, just to add a subtle “bling” effect. I decided to go for a longer version of the gloves, adding a decorative stitch along the palm side for a bit of extra detail.

To make them more adjustable and interesting, I finished them with corset-style lacing along the arm. It gives them a more fitted shape and adds to that dramatic, slightly theatrical look I was going for.

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The part where they disappear

Unfortunately, I didn’t even get the chance to take proper photos.

One of my friends saw them, immediately decided they were perfect for her Halloween outfit… and that was that. Gone.

At this point, I’m starting to accept that making something pretty often means I won’t be the one keeping it.

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Final thoughts

Still, I’m really happy with how they turned out.

And since I clearly need a pair of my own, I’ll just have to make another one. Hopefully this time they’ll survive long enough for a proper photoshoot 🕷️

International Octopus Day!

It’s me again… and apparently it’s Octopus Day 🐙

So, fun fact: October 8th is officially International Octopus Day. 

I love octopuses. After cats, they hold a very solid second place in my personal ranking of “creatures that make this planet worth staying on.” Which is impressive, considering they look like they accidentally arrived from another dimension.

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Naturally… I made one

I decided to celebrate in the only reasonable way—by making an octopus plushie.

Is it hyper-realistic? Not even close.
Does it look like it has already attended a full day of celebrations and questionable life choices? Yes. Very much yes.

And honestly, I’m fine with that.

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The pattern (or lack of it)

This was another “pattern in my head” situation. No written instructions, just improvising as I went—and surprisingly, it turned out to be very simple in structure.

I might actually write the pattern down one day… assuming I manage to sit still long enough to translate chaos into instructions.

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The result: large, purple, and slightly suspicious

This is definitely not a tiny amigurumi. My octopus is on the larger side, properly stuffed with that soft silicone filling used for plushies, which gives it a nice squishy shape.

And now it lives on my bed.

Proud. Purple. And, for reasons I cannot fully explain, looking completely stoned.

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Final thoughts

Could I have made a more realistic one? Probably.
Do I like this slightly unhinged version more? Also yes.

Sometimes perfection is overrated… and a mildly chaotic octopus just has more personality 🐙

Lacy cap/hat

Autumn thoughts (and a full-circle moment) 🍂

Autumn is here. The days are getting shorter, the light is softer… and my bedroom is slowly transforming into what can only be described as a yarn storage facility with a bed awkwardly placed inside.

So today, I wanted to share a small project—but also a little story that’s been sitting quietly in the background for years.

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Back when crochet felt like rocket science

There was a time when all of this felt completely out of reach.

Back in high school—an arts school, full of incredibly talented people—some of my classmates could do everything. Drawing, painting, crafting… and not just for fun. In those slightly chaotic, budget-stretched days of renting rooms and counting every coin, being able to make something useful was a real skill. Sometimes even a small source of income.

And then there was one girl.

She made the most beautiful crocheted and knitted pieces—scarves, sweaters, dresses, vests… and these delicate, lacy caps. The kind that, worn over long hair, made you look like you’d just stepped out of a medieval painting.

Naturally, I wanted one.

So I asked her to make it for me—and she did. I loved it. I kept it for years, quietly wishing I had the patience (and the skill) to make something like that myself.

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Fast forward to now

Last week, I finally learned how to make those caps.

Which is slightly surreal, if I’m being honest.

What once felt impossibly complex turned out to be simple, quick, and full of creative possibilities. The patterns can be endlessly adjusted, and they use very little yarn—dangerous knowledge, considering my current yarn situation.

So I made three.

Black, red, and purple. Light, decorative, a little nostalgic.

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Letting them go (gracefully, I hope)

They’re the kind of pieces that really shine on long hair—which I no longer have—so I passed all three on to a friend.

It felt right. A small loop closing somewhere in time.

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Final thoughts

I keep getting more and more ideas, faster than I can possibly make them. There’s always another pattern to try, another shape to test, another “what if” waiting in the corner.

And, as usual… not nearly enough time.

But for once, I don’t mind that so much 🍂