Completed Sweater

My knitted hoodie is finally finished! I still need to weave in the ends and block it, but it is finished. It looks good, though the shape is a little bulky as of yet. I’ll see if I can get it to shape better when I block it. It feels good to have finished a big project, though really it didn’t take all that long. I still like socks much better. They don’t have tons of seams to sew up.

I mooched toothpicks off of my grandma, so I can finally make the tiny socks for the socknitters pin. I’m pretty sure I’m going to use the leftover wool from my bed socks (if I can find it – the cat stole it) since I really love those colours. I’m not sure about the other sock, but I could try using bits from that wool for it. We’ll see I guess.

I need to make more socks.

Even More Progress

It finally looks like I’m getting the cross-stitch done. I’m not even close, but I decided to start filling in bits of the peacock so that the main areas of the design at least all have something in them. It’s coming along nicely. I’ve managed to lose some floss at some point though, since I didn’t have enough for a couple of the colours that I wanted to do.

The Majora’s Mask one had pretty much been put on hold the last couple weeks, though it’s going to make a come-back now that the sweater is out of the way. After Friday I’ll have a couple weeks to pretty much go craft-crazy.


It was nice to visit with my family, though the more I do, the more I wish they lived closer. The weather down there is icky. I hate humidity, and we were pretty much stuck with nothing else all week. High temperatures, humity, smog. The only break was Sunday, our last day there. It makes me glad I don’t live there anymore and can come back up here to more bearable weather.

We went boating/fishing last Saturday, which was quite nice. No one thought to bring bathing suits so we all ended up swimming in the river in our jeans. I stole people’s clothes. Me and Dean have fishing licenses now. I’m glad about that. It’s much easier to renew these than getting day passes everytime we want to go fishing. As well, we can go fishing here and anywhere else in Ontario. Pretty sweet.

I didn’t drive the entire time. My parents cars are either off-limits or scary. But it did give me a chance to see how much better I am compared to when I moved out. The roads around here are a lot more challenging than those. For one they are less linear, plus there is a tonne more traffic and many more lanes to worry about. It seems that almost anyone can get a license. I should be in good shape compared to quite a few of the people at home whom already have licenses. They can’t drive very well. It’s a wonder they passed road tests. There was a lady driving in the Tim Horton’s parking lot across from the train station when we left. She backed up over a curb and scraped the exhaust system. There was a huge scratch on the door of her van too. I think it’s safe to assume that it was probably her own fault as well.

I got to visit with my friends this time, which was really nice. Dean amused them by doing my hair while we watched movies. We mostly talked about crap we got up to in school. I forgot that Amanda moved away for 8th grade. They found out I used to cheat at heads-up 7-up in 5th grade.

I saw my 8th-grade teacher. Pete told him I failed a class. The look on his face was priceless. That was so great. I always liked that teacher. He seemed to have a more realistic take on things than the others. Plus he’s pretty much the only one that didn’t assume my brother would fail from the start.

As usual, my grandma tried to sugar-high me by giving us half the treat-box when we left. I gave most of it to Pete and his friends. Considering she worries about being healthy so much and has a diabetic boyfriend, you’d think she’d realise that there’s no way it could be good for us to eat that much candy in a week. She made us a cake too. It was good, but also really sweet.

It seems that Buster has finally forgiven me for moving out and leaving him behind. I’m glad. I wasn’t sure if he’d ever get over that, considering. Poor cat. He’s still pretty much distrustful of everyone and doesn’t come out much.

Overall it was a good week.