Many thanks for showing the steps to making these!
Now if I could only convince myself that without a fastener of some kind they would stay in place ... I'm not crazy about wings - but I don't want to suddenly have to make a quick exit from wherever I am, holding my crotch to keep things from slipping any further out of position.
Perhaps the addition of a small piece of velcro to the bottom-side of the pad would work. And it could attach to ... a piece of cloth (cotton or flannel or whatever) wrapped around the crotch of the underwear, which also has a small piece of velcro attached to it. And the underwear velcro-cloth would be removable ... so one wouldn't be stuck wearing one pair of undies all the while the pad(s) were needed.
Love this belt! Good work. Many thanks for the pattern as well.
I have added it to the incredibly looong list of things I MUST knit.
(When in second hand stores, I usually check through those Golden Hands hardcover books for patterns or ideas - just b/c they're old dosen't mean they can't be used.)
I wonder ... if an i-cord would look OK and/or work OK - instead of a long fringe? For some reason I have an irrational phobia about hanging strings/threads. I have this idea they would "hang" all over the place after a while, start fraying or disintegrating almost immediately, etc. etc.
Well, I won't know until I get at it. Right? Thanks again.
I have just come into possession of several dozen balls of bulky yarn, and had no idea of what to do with it. Another sweater I do not need! But I love your scarf! (And it being a quick knit is an added bonus.)
Started reading this thread - from the beginning! - several hours ago. (Does it count as a craft-related injury that I am not going to get very much knitting done tonight - if any at all?)
Waaay back on one of first few pages was a story that brought my most major crafting injury to mind. It happened many, many years ago. At a silversmithing workshop, at one of the national parks in New Brunswick.
I had "punched" with the metal punch - not onto the sheet of silver, but onto my finger. Onto the nail of one of my fingers. As I held it under runnng water to lessen the swelling, I remembered what my mother had said some time previously about banging one's nail. (She was probably referring to mashing a fingernail when using a hammer, as we had several people in the family who were/are incompetent with woodworking tools.)
What she had said was that sometimes, after a fingernail incident - such as this one - the hospital would drill a hole into the fingernail to relieve the pressure.
That thought caused me to pass out. And down I went.
My next realization, as I looked up at numerous people's legs surrounding me, was that someone was trying to steal my tongue.
So in good "keeper" fashion - I bit down as hard as I could!
The outcry (scream?) that ensued brought me further back to being totally aware of everything. The instructor (or another participant?) of the workshop had been trying to stop me from swallowing my tongue, so she/he had put their fingers in my mouth to stop that.
My fingernail is fine now. I did not have to go to the hospital for any drilling (or anything else). I have a fine, finished, silver ring that I still wear constantly. But I don't remember if I thanked my "rescuer" and that is what has remained with me for over 35 years.