We love and appreciate American Horror Story in this house. I wanted to a) practice my fair isle knitting and b) make a little something for my partner. I’m quite happy with how it came out, but it’s only my second fair isle project and my first ever written out pattern! So let me preface this by saying that I’m sure there’s a billion ways to do this better than I have, please adapt / improve as you see fit. Mine came out about 15cm / 4cm. – Noah xx
White yarn (DK weight or less) – even less than that
4mm straight needles (US size 6)
Tapestry needle for threading ends in
Cast on – CO
Knit – k
Purl – p
Cast off – CO
Fair isle knitting – easy enough once you’ve started, you just choose which yarn colour you need for each given stitch. There are some long bars on the white yarn, just make sure you leave a reasonable amount of slack!
CO 42 in Black
Follow chart in stockinette:
Start bottom right with a knit row Odd rows are knit, even are purl
CO 42 in Black
Secure white threads on the Wrong Side
Weave in ends
Block the heck out of it, and having it in a book will help
I set myself the challenge to participate in #Inktober, a month-long event in which ink-slingers do their best to come up with a drawing a day. I used the iPad rather than traditional ink, but mostly I tried to simulate real-life techniques.
They turned out a little… morbid! Perhaps a symptom of this most spooky of seasons. I’m developing an aesthetic with these drawings which is similar to my writing goals: off-kilter, creepy, with Gothic styling but a modern outlook.
You can see them in situ with their attendant tweets here. I hope you enjoy them!
I wrote this story a few years ago around hallowe’en. It takes a critical look at the colonialist history and dodgy science of cherished British institutions.
I love the Horniman Museum and want to stress that I do not share all of the views presented in this short story! In real life the Horniman does a great job of decolonialising its exhibits. Check out their website here.
Content Warning for horror, suspense, and gore. The Horniman Museum is partly an ethnographical institution, and this story portrays a cavalier attitude to indigenous artefacts in order to critique that attitude.
When I first moved down to London, I did so fully expecting to find work at the Natural History Museum, South Kensington. Like many evolutionary biologists before me, that hallowed building sparked off an insatiable passion in my young self—a desire to totally comprehend the natural world and its mysteries. Unlike the Victorian scholars who set up that palace of learning, I have never carried the inclination to catalogue and quantify. My leaning was more towards a holistic understanding on Nature—an understanding that allows for unknown and un-knowable factors. I wanted—and still want—to grasp the essence and spirit of the savage wilds, not to tame them, but to revel in their spiritual freedom.Continue reading “An Unnatural History”