Knitting and pets.

Imaginary Voice

No, not of the “the voices in my head tell me to burn things” variety.

Now, I don’t know if anyone else is like this at all but… oh well.

So last night as I was trying, in vain, to get to sleep I had all these thoughts bouncing around my skull. Just normal things like what I had to do the next day after work, the fact that I had to go to work in the morning, what I had done during the day, all kinds of random and infuriating thoughts. My thoughts tend to take on a voice, usually it’s my own voice, or what I think my voice sounds like, but every once in a while it takes on a different voice. If I’m reading, for example, I’ll read narratives how I imagine that characters voice might sound. If I see a picture of someone with a distinctive voice then I’ll get that voice stuck in my head and it will be what I think in. Last night was weird though… I have been watching the appendices from the Lord of the Rings extended edition box set and they’re very interesting. One thing is that there are lots of voices… lots of nice voices, actors, authors, producers, screenplay writers, directors, makeup, you name it, there’s a person that talks. A lot of the people have accents and accents are always pleasant to listen to.

So last night as I’m trying to sleep and I’m thinking and thinking and thinking about everything my “voice” (the one in my head) takes on the voice of one specific person from these discs. It was… Billy Boyd… Of all the people that I heard talking, and all the voices I liked listening to (of note here is a guy that is part of the Weta Workshop who has a perfect documentary voice) my brain apparently chose Billy Boyd and so my thoughts of cleaning and work and everything else became Billy Boyd talking in my head. I have to say, it was weird and funny.

And that is my random thought for the day…



It’s been a long time since I wrote anything here. I was discouraged because part of the reason I wanted a blog was to link with Ravelry and write more about my projects and for some reason Ravelry was having a hard time finding the RSS feed. I tried and tried and tried and nothing worked! Well, now I’m happy again because I just gave it another try and it worked!!!

So what’s been going on since the last time I posted.

I’m still not drinking pop and it feels good, except my eating and excercise habits went wildly out of control and I’ve put on some weight. Not a whole lot, but for someone that’s always been as tiny as I have been, it’s a big change and it made me feel unhappy. My boyfriend and I are in the process of changing our habits and I’ve started daily excercise again.

I’ve knit quite a few things for quite a few people. One of my favourites was the Italy sweater I did for my boyfriend’s mom to take to a baby shower. It was a basic white raglan and I used duplicate stitch on top to make it somewhat resemble the italian hockey jersey. I did more duplicate stitch then I EVER want to do again!

Now that I have this linked to Ravelry hopefully I’ll keep on top of entries.

Day 2 – No Pop

Today is my second day of my goal of not drinking any more pop. Last night we went out for dinner and I didn’t know what to have so I chose juice. It was pretty good, it felt very different to be drinking juice with my fries instead of pop. Today I had lunch from the fast food place I go to when I’m working and had juice again. I’m really feeling like I can do this no pop thing and it’s exciting. I’m still waiting for the “no caffeine” headaches I know are coming my way. I’ve had them before and they are brutal, but I will cope with them!

Making a change

So since I can remember clearly I have prefered to drink pepsi over everything else. I don’t drink a lot of water, juice, or milk. Yesterday I decided that I was going to give up pop today. No more pepsi or coke. I’m going to drink water and juice instead. My hope is that by cutting out pop and adding juice and water in it’s place I’ll start to feel a lot better.

I’ve wanted and tried to do this before but I never told anyone of my intentions so when I gave in to temptation I never had anyone to answer to. I made the declaration to my boyfriend yesterday and I’ve posted about it on Ravelry. Day 1: Feeling motivated.

Wendy’s Baby Sweater

A while ago a coworker asked me if I would make a baby sweater for her friend. I said I definately would but she wanted to find out if her friend knew what she was having so I could make the sweater gender specific. It took a while of waiting and asking, but she finally got to talk to the friend and found out she was having a boy. She thought that the boy would probably have dark hair and eyes so she wondered if a brown sweater would be nice. She had also mentioned blue, so I decided it would be nice to combine the two, they do go very well together. Originally I was going to do solid brown with blue stripes but I couldn’t find a nice, inexpensive, worsted weight brown. I already had the blue, but the brown wasn’t happening. I did, however, find a nice variegated blue and brown and thought it would look just adorable. I showed it to my coworker and she loved it, which made me happy, of course.

Next I needed a pattern. My coworker had said she wanted one like the sweater I made as a gift for another coworker who recently became a father. I had issues with that pattern though so I didn’t want to use the same one again. I found another one, a hooded toddler sweater that buttons. I decided on that one but I didn’t want a full button up so I decided I was going to try and make a huge change in the pattern. I wanted 2 buttons and then the rest to be pullover. Figuring out how to do it took a bit of thought since I’m not yet an expert on things like this, having only done socks without an actual pattern before. I decided on an action plan and went with it. Throughout the process of knitting this sweater I had serious doubts about how it was going to look. I was afraid I had really messed it up, added too many stitches, gone too far down before joining in the round… it was very nerve wracking.

After about a week of knitting I was done… completely done, and it looks AWESOME!

The Sweater

The modifications I made are as follows:

The same row as seperating the sleeves and casting on for the underarms, cast on another eight at the end of the row (the front) and then join to work in the round. Continue working the pattern as given except it is now in the round, not back and forth. (I did the same for the sleeves, they were supposed to be worked flat then seamed but I HATE seaming so I did them in the round too.) Then you pick up the stitches along the right hood and front (I did it in multiples of 4, then skipped one, worked perfectly) and knit 5 rows then make 2 button holes (mine were cast off 2 stitches and cast them back on in the next row.) The row that I cast off the stitches for button holes I started short rows to make the button bands wider than the hood ribbing. Knit to where hood meets body, turn and knit to end, turn knit to where hood meets body, purl 2 from hood, knit 2 from hood, turn knit to end, knit to gap, purl 2, knit 2, turn, knit to end, turn, cast off all stitches (including hood).
I did the same on the other side but started the short rows one row earlier and knit one complete row after short rows before casting off. (This is because you are working in the other direction this time.)

The pattern can be found here.

Bad Dream

Why is it that when you have a bad dream and you wake up your brain takes a while to get over it? I’ve woken up from dreams and after I thought about it, I’ve started to cry. Well, this morning I woke up from a dream feeling very angry at my boyfriend.

Ok, so here’s the dream.

I was looking at job ads trying to find a new job and I found one for a new daycare opening up in the back of a bar for people to drop their children off at before they go partying. I went to talk to the person that placed the ad at her other job, which was a music store. I spoke to her and her immediate reaction was that I couldn’t handle it. Confused, I asked her coworker why she would say that. It was explained to me that part of the job description is working in the bar every once in a while should you not be needed with the children. I left feeling pretty upset and told my boyfriend about it, he didn’t respond. We went for a drive in a black SUV and started talking about the bears being back in the area soon because the Salmon would be coming bac soon. Then we looked over to the forest beside the car and saw bears standing along the stream catching salmon as far as the eye could see. My boyfriend commented that we wouldn’t be going out in that area very much for a while. During this car ride he was being a huge jerk. He kept making fun of me, snearing at me, hitting me, and just being really mean. No matter how much I pleaded with him he wouldn’t stop any of it.

I continued the search for a new job and the person from the new daycare approached me and said she was wrong and that she would like me as her second in command, meaning I wouldn’t ever need to work in the bar. We went and saw the centre which was being renovated to get more space. Then we went inside and had a meeting with all the staff, there were 5 of us sitting in this room. The owner explained that since I was actually an ECE that I would be working with her in the centre. The other people would get a chance on the days I couldn’t make it, since I already had another job that I hadn’t quit yet, there would be some chances coming up.

The next day we started work with the children. We started inside together, getting to know the children, then I took a group of children outside to play. I had to sign some children in on the attendance then the other girl came out with the rest of the children. Some children had been picked up and my boyfriend showed up in the black SUV. He grabbed one of the children and ran away. I chased after him, caught him, and started hitting him and trying to get the child back. I got the child back and the three of us climbed into the black SUV to go for a drive. He pulled over on the road near the daycare and I got out, carrying the child. As I was walking back to the centre I saw his mom waiting in the parking lot to pick him up. I looked at the other girl at the daycare and she nodded, confirming that it was this child’s mom. I asked him who was there and he smiled then when I handed him to her he started to cry. I figured I better tell her what heppened in case he had any bruises on his abdomen. I explained that someone grabbed him and ran but that I had chased him and got him back. The mom nodded and said okay and then left with the child.

My boyfriend and I went to a pizza place and each ordered half a pizza when I noticed a child behind the counter that I recognized. The pizza guy told me the child had been abandoned. I said I knew the child so he passed the child to my boyfriend. My boyfriend said he was giving the child to his mother and passed him to me. We took our pizza, and the child, and left.

Then the phone rang and I woke up.

After I dealt with the person on the phone my first thought was that could be a good idea (the daycare in the bar) then I thought I should tell my boyfriend who called for him but I decided I would rather go back to sleep because I was mad at him. I did text him eventually but even now, an hour after waking up from my dream, I still feel a little mad at him for everything. It makes no sense.

Learning to be Disrespectful

So while I was working today I saw something that made me annoyed.

This mom was walking through the mall with her children and one of them dropped a pile of stuff on the floor. (I think they were mall pamphlets.) The mom turned to see what happened and the child got all upset blaming it on her sister. Not that her sister made the mess but that her sister made her drop the stuff. What does mom do? Nothing. Walks away leaving the mess there for someone else to clean up.

I’m not a mother and I’m not proclaiming to be an expert when it comes to raising children but it doesn’t take a moron to realize that you have to teach children to be respectful. I find it very disrespectful to make a mess in a public place and then just leave it.