Post Number Two

You might notice that this post has a label "other", instead of "writing".  This is where I talk about things other than writing; as the name would suggest.
 Another fact about me is I like crocheting.  The wish to crochet comes in bursts; sometimes me and my siblings will crochet for weeks and then stop for months, as the inspiration comes and goes.  This time we are crocheting people, like so:
You might notice the beady eyes.  We have gone through quite the journey in making our creation's eyes look good.  It started with yarn bits, tied around the yarn of the face.  This is an example:We did a few of them with tiny bead eyes (which was all we had at the time).  I did it with three beads per eye.  This is the only one of this type I did because they are very time consuming.
The yarn eyes are easy and quick but can fray easily and are less sturdy than the other options.
The problem with multiple bead eyes is mostly that they are very difficult to install and may not be worth the effort to get out the thread and tiny beads, meticulously sewing them on.  They look, in my opinion, better than the yarn ones, however. 
The "eye-deal" eyes I find are glass safety eyes.  They are sturdy and easy (apply a bit of craft glue and they stay put quite nicely) they look great and give your project a finished air.  It is those that I recommend if you are interested.
Thank you for reading this!  I know this is very short but I hope to make another soon.  

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