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Apr. 2nd, 2007 10:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickWent over to drop off left-behind dog food at Liss's. She fixed me dinner and got out Cuervo for me to beat up on. She's way less goofy than I thought she would be. Ash was there and said he'd do feet tomorrow, maybe, so I'll need to remember to pack my checkbook. Still no camera though now I have a UV filter for the lens and a hood for the lens. I wish the camera would get here.
The HoHI have been progressing. Here is a picture where you can see the corrugated ribbing:
They're down just shy of five inches (I need about 14 inches of sock down to the heel flap split but things are getting skinnier as we go along) so progress is being made. I'm three decreases into the decrease pattern which is going as well as I expected it to go. It is not perfect, but it doesn't suck, either. We will all think happy thoughts about my progress as Md Sheep and Wool (May 5 and 6) draws closer. I have just about a month to get the damn socks made.
Over the weekend, mom was like, "What are HoHI?" Probably it's been long enough since I discussed this the first time around (back in October) that all ya'll have forgotten. The HoHI, pictured above, are going-to-be knee socks of red and dark grey (the color is called "charcoal") stranded knitting. I am making them using a pattern of my own design (I have a mostly functional chart for same on flickr. There are no decreases shown, but if you aim for symmetry, you'll be fine) that incorporates motifs from Meg Swanson's Knitting (half of the pattern) and from the Latvian Mitten Book (the other half of the pattern) with a To-Be-Determined-Later heel treatment (Translation: I'm winging it.) and some sort of foot patterning which will undoubtedly strike me when I get to the feet.
They are called the HoHI because that stands for Hooves of Hot Iron. Hooves of Hot Iron are for trampling infidels like the Great God Om (manifesting as a bull, holy-horns) does in the famous Omnian hymn "He Shall Trample The Unrighteous With Hooves of Hot Iron". (I bet that "He Shall Trample..." sounds a whole lot like the baroque aria Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; Thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel. even though that aria belongs to an entirely different god who bears absolutely no relation whatsoever to the one embodied by a half-blind tortoise in the book by Mr. Pratchett.)
The HoHI have been progressing. Here is a picture where you can see the corrugated ribbing:
They're down just shy of five inches (I need about 14 inches of sock down to the heel flap split but things are getting skinnier as we go along) so progress is being made. I'm three decreases into the decrease pattern which is going as well as I expected it to go. It is not perfect, but it doesn't suck, either. We will all think happy thoughts about my progress as Md Sheep and Wool (May 5 and 6) draws closer. I have just about a month to get the damn socks made.
Over the weekend, mom was like, "What are HoHI?" Probably it's been long enough since I discussed this the first time around (back in October) that all ya'll have forgotten. The HoHI, pictured above, are going-to-be knee socks of red and dark grey (the color is called "charcoal") stranded knitting. I am making them using a pattern of my own design (I have a mostly functional chart for same on flickr. There are no decreases shown, but if you aim for symmetry, you'll be fine) that incorporates motifs from Meg Swanson's Knitting (half of the pattern) and from the Latvian Mitten Book (the other half of the pattern) with a To-Be-Determined-Later heel treatment (Translation: I'm winging it.) and some sort of foot patterning which will undoubtedly strike me when I get to the feet.
They are called the HoHI because that stands for Hooves of Hot Iron. Hooves of Hot Iron are for trampling infidels like the Great God Om (manifesting as a bull, holy-horns) does in the famous Omnian hymn "He Shall Trample The Unrighteous With Hooves of Hot Iron". (I bet that "He Shall Trample..." sounds a whole lot like the baroque aria Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; Thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel. even though that aria belongs to an entirely different god who bears absolutely no relation whatsoever to the one embodied by a half-blind tortoise in the book by Mr. Pratchett.)
