His name is Chief. In the end I came up with this:
Isn't he cute? Thunt's significant other does crochet too apparently and squeed when she saw my little chief! Thunt put a photo up on his fan art page and more importantly, Matthew loved it!
Thursday 30 September 2010
A Tribute to Goblins
My delightful other half Matthew loves the web comic Goblins by Thunt and once I was proficient at copying the patterns in the Creepy Cute book, I offered to try a bit of customisation for Matthew. He asked for a goblin, this goblin in fact:
His name is Chief. In the end I came up with this:
Isn't he cute? Thunt's significant other does crochet too apparently and squeed when she saw my little chief! Thunt put a photo up on his fan art page and more importantly, Matthew loved it!
His name is Chief. In the end I came up with this:
Isn't he cute? Thunt's significant other does crochet too apparently and squeed when she saw my little chief! Thunt put a photo up on his fan art page and more importantly, Matthew loved it!
Wednesday 29 September 2010
The Whys and Wherefores
The Heathen Hooker. I so named my blog because I couldn't think of anything else. I am a pagan who enjoys crochet. That's it really!
I've been Pagan for over a decade but only a hooker for the past couple of years. It started like this... I work in a bookshop and one day this came into stock:
I suddenly developed the overwhelming urge to learn to crochet. I mean.. crocheted monsters? OMGs the cool! The trouble was, I didn't know anyone who could teach me. Thankfully that's where working in a bookshop comes in handy. I bought this book to go with my new obsession:
A week later I'd picked up the basics, a week after that, I'd picked up the slightly less basics and it progressed thusly until I felt brave enough to start making monders. (A cuteism of my brother's when he was very small and couldn't pronounce "monsters") Along the way I practised on simple baby blankets, rows of double crochet over and over again. This was my first attempt:
For my cousin's first baby. It was shown to her Northern Mother-in-Law and she approved of the tension I'd managed to maintain throughout. I was a happy me indeed, my first project approved of by a Northern Lady who knits for Britain apparently! For some reason I have the impression that people in the North of England are more down to earth and hardy and are born clutching knitting needles (ouch) and waving an umbilical cord jumper they'd whipped up in the womb. Don't ask me why.
Before the success of the blankets, I'd experimented with hats... disastrous hats as it turned out. Not even fit for the dog to wear.
This particular hat ended up being converted to a catnip mouse... which the dog played with. The next hat was a bit better but still too small really:
And the one after that was still too small:
I've decided that my head's to blame. I have a very big head. Recently I tried a different pattern which seems to work much better, especially since I now understand how important the gauge is! This hat's not quite finished yet, I need to line it with fleece and add some plaits:
You can see I've improved!
Anyway, back to my forays into the world of tiny crocheted beasties. I first tried a Cthulhu which was ok but I couldn't cope with the complex wings:
Also there is the hat-turned-mouse. Then came the Lady Vampire:
Yule was looming by this point so I turned my mind to more seasonal themes. I made a tiny father christmas for the tree, and one for works Secret Santa, also made a snowman out of the same glittery fluff yarn I used in one of the disastrous hats. That yarn too went to make an alien for our family christmas swapsie games.
Just between the alien's antenna you can make out a patch of green. That is part of a crocheted mistletoe leaf. One adorned each parcel we gave out that year. The pattern came from this book:
Which is awesome by the way. Mum and I share it, she's the knitter of the family and can't crochet to save her life but then I'm like that with knitting. I can make a scarf if I really try but even then I need Mum to fix it when I drop stitches. Nope, crochet's definitely the one for me.
I knew I was getting better at it when a colleague asked me to make a pair of monsters for his soon-to-be-born twin sons. I leant him my book and told him to chose which ones he wanted then I extracted a tenner from him to cover the cost of the materials. This is what he chose:
I've been Pagan for over a decade but only a hooker for the past couple of years. It started like this... I work in a bookshop and one day this came into stock:
I suddenly developed the overwhelming urge to learn to crochet. I mean.. crocheted monsters? OMGs the cool! The trouble was, I didn't know anyone who could teach me. Thankfully that's where working in a bookshop comes in handy. I bought this book to go with my new obsession:
A week later I'd picked up the basics, a week after that, I'd picked up the slightly less basics and it progressed thusly until I felt brave enough to start making monders. (A cuteism of my brother's when he was very small and couldn't pronounce "monsters") Along the way I practised on simple baby blankets, rows of double crochet over and over again. This was my first attempt:
For my cousin's first baby. It was shown to her Northern Mother-in-Law and she approved of the tension I'd managed to maintain throughout. I was a happy me indeed, my first project approved of by a Northern Lady who knits for Britain apparently! For some reason I have the impression that people in the North of England are more down to earth and hardy and are born clutching knitting needles (ouch) and waving an umbilical cord jumper they'd whipped up in the womb. Don't ask me why.
Before the success of the blankets, I'd experimented with hats... disastrous hats as it turned out. Not even fit for the dog to wear.
This particular hat ended up being converted to a catnip mouse... which the dog played with. The next hat was a bit better but still too small really:
And the one after that was still too small:
I've decided that my head's to blame. I have a very big head. Recently I tried a different pattern which seems to work much better, especially since I now understand how important the gauge is! This hat's not quite finished yet, I need to line it with fleece and add some plaits:
You can see I've improved!
Anyway, back to my forays into the world of tiny crocheted beasties. I first tried a Cthulhu which was ok but I couldn't cope with the complex wings:
Also there is the hat-turned-mouse. Then came the Lady Vampire:
Yule was looming by this point so I turned my mind to more seasonal themes. I made a tiny father christmas for the tree, and one for works Secret Santa, also made a snowman out of the same glittery fluff yarn I used in one of the disastrous hats. That yarn too went to make an alien for our family christmas swapsie games.
Just between the alien's antenna you can make out a patch of green. That is part of a crocheted mistletoe leaf. One adorned each parcel we gave out that year. The pattern came from this book:
Which is awesome by the way. Mum and I share it, she's the knitter of the family and can't crochet to save her life but then I'm like that with knitting. I can make a scarf if I really try but even then I need Mum to fix it when I drop stitches. Nope, crochet's definitely the one for me.
I knew I was getting better at it when a colleague asked me to make a pair of monsters for his soon-to-be-born twin sons. I leant him my book and told him to chose which ones he wanted then I extracted a tenner from him to cover the cost of the materials. This is what he chose:
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