Got the points in - I actually followed the layout on the Pfaltzgrafina bodies, and from a physics standpoint, it works very well.
I'll have pictures after this weekend.
I'm mostly through my first knitted mitten - that's the thing I'm going to be working on at Maryland Sheeples and Woolies this weekend - and, like the socks, I pretty much looked at a picture and guessed. They work surprisingly easily, even for me.
You know, considering the economic status of late 16th century working men and women, it's a good thing that Elizabeth I didn't grant Alfonso Ribaldri* a Royal patent for his trained circus of knitting hedgehogs ("100 quills and a purl stitch!")**; a lot more people would have been out of a crappy poorly-paying job that barely paid the bills for a subsistence-level existence in the 16th century.***
I am more of a trained groundhog (short and round, with big pointy claws), but I can still wield a mean knitting needle.
Speaking of groundhogs, last Thursday I saw one half-way up a tree, reaching out for the tender little shoots on the ends of the branches. His tail was waggling a lot as he tried to keep balance.
Arboreal groundhogs. Gotta love 'em.
(Until they fall on your head.)
We're going to see Eddie Izzard tonight - hopefully I won't be farted on, crushed in my seat, or called a "raging c-word" this time.
Yeah I think that's it. Gotta go do actual work now. Mmmm-hmmmm.
*William Lee.
**a knitting machine.
***no, that part's actually true.
I'll have pictures after this weekend.
I'm mostly through my first knitted mitten - that's the thing I'm going to be working on at Maryland Sheeples and Woolies this weekend - and, like the socks, I pretty much looked at a picture and guessed. They work surprisingly easily, even for me.
You know, considering the economic status of late 16th century working men and women, it's a good thing that Elizabeth I didn't grant Alfonso Ribaldri* a Royal patent for his trained circus of knitting hedgehogs ("100 quills and a purl stitch!")**; a lot more people would have been out of a crappy poorly-paying job that barely paid the bills for a subsistence-level existence in the 16th century.***
I am more of a trained groundhog (short and round, with big pointy claws), but I can still wield a mean knitting needle.
Speaking of groundhogs, last Thursday I saw one half-way up a tree, reaching out for the tender little shoots on the ends of the branches. His tail was waggling a lot as he tried to keep balance.
Arboreal groundhogs. Gotta love 'em.
(Until they fall on your head.)
We're going to see Eddie Izzard tonight - hopefully I won't be farted on, crushed in my seat, or called a "raging c-word" this time.
Yeah I think that's it. Gotta go do actual work now. Mmmm-hmmmm.
*William Lee.
**a knitting machine.
***no, that part's actually true.
Comments
(Until they fall on your head.)"
Careful, dear Attack-L!! They are a close relative of the Aussie Drop-Bear, bane of all forest dwellers for thousands of years, now...beware!!
Poor Lee. His invention revolutionized the industry and brought cheaply-knitted stockings to the masses by the 18th century. But, alas, he were ded.
Especially when the local parish would then be responsible for the care of the unemployed knitters in their community - many parishes actually drove out life-long residents who had fallen on hard times, simply because they had no money to care for them.
Knitter's Union 423 - "We don't need no stinkin' machines!". :)
One of the people in my Victorian dance group has a knitting machine which makes socks very quickly and they are very nice. It is one of the original Victorian ones not the recreations they sell these days.
I got called the c-word by a girl (I cannot dignify her by calling her a grown-up) who talked through the entire first half of "Spamalot" - wuoting lines from the movie, talking with her "date", etc., despite repeated attempts by Bob and me to shush her. As the second half started, she was talking at full volume, so I turned around and said "please stop talking now!". She shut up for a second, then leaned close and said "don't be such a raging cunt".
Next time, I swear, I'm bringing a squirt bottle. If they can't be polite, I'm treating them like small puppies that have not been house trained.
Ah, yes-- the righteous anger of the completely-in-the-wrong.
A long while ago, the first time I saw a groundhog on top of a fence post, I suggested "Groundhogs on Fenceposts" as a good band name, but my all time favourites are gottasing's Spicoli and the Stabbers and Hobbits in Chains.
Hobbits in Chains is an all-female band, doing punk versions of '80s pop. ...So far. Bob is lobbying for "Love Shack" to be on our first album. 8)
The English conquered the world through the cunning use of flags.
Priceless.
Heh. That's my girl.