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I made a down-and-dirty cheat sheet: a short list of patterns that I have been longing to cast on, with information that would help me buy appropriate yarn for those projects. (A good source of great sweaters: the 2018 March Mayhem bracket.)
I put my cheat sheet on a spread in my trusty Bullet Journal, but this information could also be on a set of index cards in your bag, or on the back of an envelope. The essential thing is that you have it with you when you are facing into the yarn, feeling a little woozy.
My friend Julie does this every year. I, on the other hand, have the ability to buy yarn willy-nilly with complete abandon. The result is a beautiful stash but a challenge to match yarn and project. I may actually try having a plan this year. . . .
Great idea! I have exactly the same reaction to shelves of fabulous yarn. A sort of queasy feeling akin to sea sickness. Yarn sickness? I think this will work for normal life too, not just for Rhinebeck where I will not be (this year). I always have my credit card with me; why not my pattern crib sheet too!!
I spend time before Rhinebeck going through my favorites on Ravelry. Print out the patterns that I want to knit. Write all relevant data on the front page if the pattern. And off I go for happy fondling and purchasing. Enjoy Rhinebeck!!!!!
Because it is usually sweater quantities I am searching for I print out the Ravelry project page and keep it in my purse. I like that I have the photo also to remind me and I go through project pages and note any interesting or inspiring color combinations.
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I have also started to do this to a limited extent because I was having the same problem and often came home with something I had no idea what I would do with it or if I had enough etc. So thank you for this I know I will use it a lot..
Lol I also did the same thing back in the day at Blockbuster. I still do it at the grocery store. I know exactly what I need and when i go through the door my mind goes blank. Talk about overload!
In addition to FO4's Creation Club content I spent about 300 further hours tinkering around with an assortment of Bethesda.net mods for FO4 before settling on a game start tweaked to my satisfaction.
All told this run starts after 1500 hours of previous play. I'm not in this for Serious Survival Business (that'll be FO76 at some point, if it survives that long). This is for fun ... with the objective re: Commonwealth of obtaining the elusive "fifth ending" (nuke Institute, Minutemen/BoS/Railroad *not* shooting each other in the streets because reasons). This is the playthrough I'll finally head to Far Harbor.
Eventually. I plan to mop up as much of the side quests as possible prior to entering Diamond City and picking up the main story via Nick Valentine. Ideally I'll have the settlements of the Commonwealth already up and running (with the exceptions of Sanctuary and the northwestern Red Rocket) before stepping foot therein.
This means avoiding Diamond City, Red Rocket NW, Concord, Vault 88 and Automatron (by way of it's vicinity to a certain electronics store) and by extension the Creation Club Anti-Material Rifle and the Black Devil power armor suit for as long as possible. Similarly Vault 81 and the settlements themselves (at least the occupied ones) are going to be avoided like the Black Plague for as long as absolutely possible.
This will not be some absurd FO4 Survival run. This will not involve my playing fair with the NPCs and monsters because those wall-ignoring door-glitching stuff-yoinking bastiches don't return the favor. I've done all of the Companion unlocks at least once. Hit 200th+ level four times already.
This time I'm frontloading my perks and player.modav via console to suit the concept of this Sole Survivor. ALL of the Companion perks previously earned - consoled those puppies in out of the gate. "Achievements" (magazines, most of them), non-SPECIAL bobbleheads, lots of goodies simply consoled right on in.
Pro-tip: Do NOT begin a modded game until after you acquire the Pip-Boy and open Vault 111's exit all the way. Fire up your mods once the way is clear to leave. Otherwise there's a good chance the mods will gum up the exit gears and you're pretty pooched. If you don't want to bugger around with getting mauled half to death by radroaches, console tgm until then, then console that back off before getting down to the fun stuff.
"Nora" is but an alias along the same vein as what we would identify as Witness Protection. In her previous life the woman now identifying as Valkyrie was a genetically engineered pedigree. "The perfect human", enhanced with not only genome engineering but prototype "nano biological" engineering as part of Project Valkyrie under one of the Defense Experimental Research Project Initiative's "Black Hole Projects".
Valkyrie spent 20 years spanning 2052 through 2072 in service to Uncle Sam's less ethically constrained "HUMINT" operations before retiring, in no small part due to having acquired sufficient "politically compromising" material on a fair number of influential types an awfully long way up the food chain. She spent as much time "acquiring" TSCI [color spectrum] as she did performing copious amounts of wetwork in the process. In combination with retired combat veteran Nate's own clout on the public front the powers-that-be agreed that their service to country was concluded, pending drastic needs arising to the contrary.
Cosmetic surgery was a finely-honed art as was subliminal "training". Learning Chinese and Russian customs and languages in combination with superficial alterations of her facial structure and whatnot made her able to "Special Agent Woman" time and again. 10 different operations into Communist Russia and China. The poor bastards never saw the same agent twice.
She earned her Juris Doctor in Commonwealth law after retiring (taking her time doing so - a mere four years) before she met Nate, fell in love and slowly began to bury the remnants of her retired life. In 2076 she and Nate managed something she'd previously never thought possible: have a child of their own, a little boy named after Nate's grandfather Shaun.
8 days before Halloween and they still haven't gotten around to carving up some Jack-o-Lanterns. Then that creepy Vault-Tec rep comes around. As much to shoo him off as anything else, 'Nora' signs her family up for shelter in Vault 111 just up the hill from home should World War III go atomic. The war's been raging for years, surely no one would be mad enough to trigger the MAD (Mutually Assured Destruction) global doctrine that prevents total atomic annihilation?!
Breakfast, coffee with a spike of rum to warm the belly and a drag on a Grey Tortoise cigarette before small talk with Nate. Codsworth, their new Mr. Handy robot, is adapting quite well to household service.
The newly developed suburb of Sanctuary Hills features thirteen homes. Some with carports, some without. All feature generously sized yards fenced in still-fresh-smelling white painted picket fencing. We're far better off than most Americans. Food is expensive. Money is nearly worthless. A black market in Nuka-Cola bottlecaps has sprung up as they're real, not paper bank notes. The various flavors are coming into vogue among the teenage crowd as various denominations.
The dog's been missing for a while, stubborn beast. Cats don't do that if they like you. Maybe I should get a cat? Nate's been insisting on waiting for the pooch to return despite insisting on calling him Dogmeat.
I awaken, bones and flesh ache from the thawing. A man wearing a bizzare hodgepodge of armor and leather wields a .44 hand cannon escorting a woman clad in a medical environmental suit that reveals no features and somewhat muffles her voice. At least one other voice can be heard to my right as I stare in horror, helpless as Nate's pod is opened.
They open Nate's cryogenic pod, demanding Shaun. Nate refuses, the balding man administers a .44 Magnum cranial evacuation to Nate. His female minion seizes squalling Shaun, commenting "At least we have the back-up", staring right at me before the cryo-stasis resumes.
Someone has a vicious sense of timing. Or Vault-Tec's technology finally gave up the ghost. Either way I am released from cryo-stasis, coughing and spluttering. I pop Nate's cryo-pod open. It shouldn't be real, but there he is, all husband and brains and gwilch, Shaun is gone ...
"Time to get to work Valkyrie. Nate and Nora are dead. Shaun could be out there, somewhere, or be long dead himself. We have no idea how much time has passed. We. Do. Not. Have. TIME. Mourn later. Get up. Get out of this wretched vault. Get your stash out of the root cellar you helped build. Yes, that stash. Now get!"
A dozen or so dead radiation-mutated cockroaches, some the size of dogs and I'm out of Vault 111. Spend a day retrieving my stash from the root cellar two houses over. I daren't look at the shattered husk of my former home, not now. Old habits and skills return very quickly. My VALKYRIE nano-systems online in the sunlight of the shattered world above.
I scrounge up a somewhat durable outfit from the corpse of some sorry bastard that died shoving a tire iron into the chest of the furless fanged canine that tore his throat out in the process. MAD indeed.
I get the Pip-Boy 3000/N7 up and running, holster my custom .357 and count my ammunition. A few stimpaks. Some pure water. A BPD EOD pack was left by some forgetful soul in the root cellar, complete with sleeping bag.
Happy Halloween 2287 in Hangman's Alley, once the former Raider scum occupying the place are violently evicted. A scattering of fragmentation mines at either access point should deter casual intrusion.
Creation Club content
- Power Armor combo package: the giddyup buttercup power armor is probably some silliness. OTOH, the Hellfire and Black Devil suits look sweet. The quests to get them are fun, too.
- Prototype Gauss Rifle - more or less the same weapon from FO3. Looks much better than the FO4 weapon. Acquired at Gunner Plaza.
- Solar Cannon - fun little easter egg hunt. Nasty weapon, albeit typically over-bulked as is the case with so many Fallout weapons.
- Anti-Material Rifle - haven't run it, but it's the most interesting quest chain of the weapons'.
- Player Home Bundle - adds a Nuka-Cola themed home, a general purpose multi-level home with the standard stuff and most importantly a gorgeous art deco condo in eastern Boston that has a private entrance you can fast travel to. Almost everything in here is in pristine condition and it comes with all crafting but cooking and mod-provided (no ammunition, armorsmith or weaponsmith benches here, for example). This Noir Condo is the crown jewel of all of the creation club content IMO. Eventually it'll become my home away from the Commonwealth. Spacious, luxuriously appointed, complete with a guest room, two bathrooms, a dedicated crafting room with power armor station and gobs of storage space. You can mess around with it if you want ... but I won't do too much of that. The Noir Condo is drool-inducingly good.
- various cosmetic packs - had to burn the remaining money on something. Pip-Boy skins, armor/weapon/power armor skins, mostly useless.