Ok, I’m trying to knit Guy (the boyfriend finally has a name on here that isn’t his real one!) some socks, but I don’t know what the circumference should be.
Yes, I’ve knit my Dad socks but my Dad also puts up with a whole lot of sock trials to get a proper fit over his extra large calves (Dad if you’re reading this sorry but it’s true, and it’s all muscle to your benefit!).
However Guy is built more like your average tall man in his 20’s so my best guess is a leg circumference of 9.5 inches, is this a good estimate?

p.s. Yes I’ve tried the good old fashioned ask him to measure thing three times, but he only tells me his shoe size, which doesn’t help me too much for circumference.

I guess you could call this a monthly update, but honestly I just don’t know what to write about. My birthday has come and gone and now I’m 21 and feeling a bit overwhelmed. Not by my age exactly or by growing up, more like frustrated that things aren’t happening according to my plans for my life (which might be the problem here but I’ve always been told I needed goals for my life, why are they the problem now? grrr). It feels a bit lonely too because either I just can’t explain it to people well enough or I’m really the only one feeling like this. My sister’s view is why on earth do I want to get married and have kids. My mom’s is that I’m not being proactive enough and I should be doing more, though she’s always thought this and at the moment I feel like if I do more I’ll drown. My best friend that I’ve known since kindergarten is completely oblivious, she’s still in the world where she can’t decide with which guy to flirt with, high school in my opinion, she isn’t interested at all with long term, which in a way could be a good thing. Then there is my amazing and unbelievably patient boyfriend, he comes closest to understanding by just hugging me and telling me not to worry so much, “In due time.”

I know for one the whole baby and want to be a mother thing is bothering me way too much than it should. I just keep feeling like I’m running out of time, and I wonder sometimes if it’s just how I’ve grown up. How my paternal grandmother never used birth control but couldn’t get pregnant for years until she and my grandfather were surprised with my dad in their 30’s and then again my aunt nearly another decade later. And then me growing up hearing so much about how like my grandmother I am, down to even having some mysterious hormonal imbalance. As if that weren’t enough my own mother got shocked with early menopause at around 35, so many women put things off till then because yes we are still young then, but what about me? What if I follow the same physical path?

Time, I hate it. It’s closing in on me, all the horrible mights that are looming so close and yet far still, if 35 is it, that leaves me with 14 years. 14 years to get married have some time to just be a couple and then bring kids into the equation. It doesn’t seem like enough, and now I’m wondering if this is why I always get so up front with guys and ask them if they could adopt.

And to think, I was just going to write a sentence.

Ok, well first off my Grandmother’s surgery went surprisingly well. She decided to come home the day after (doctor said she could stay another night but the singing nurses were getting on her nerves) and the hard part was getting her to sit still and rest.

Life apparently still goes on, I’m back in school and currently avoiding the couple of chapters for school I should be reading but I thought I’d post quickly and then go work (bad me I know).

Knitting sadly has come to a near grinding halt (because I refuse to cast something on with my sweater unfinished but all that is left is seaming and tying in ends). I could finish my dad’s socks, but they’re cotton ad I’m rather fond of keeping my wrists at the moment.

So that’s all for now, though I do hope to finish that sweater this weekend after I’m caught up for school. Ciao.

That wasn’t at all fair and almost cruel. Please be nice and let Wednesday go smoothly.

~Drea

 

(I just found out a few hours ago my paternal Grandmother (the knitter) was diagnosed with breast cancer and is going to be in surgery Wednesday. Prayers and good thoughts are welcome, but I’m delaying posting until tomorrow when I don’t feel as emotionally drained.)

Hope you all have a much much better weekend. See you all later.

Ok, I’m making a new decision that I’ll post updates on Saturdays only. I just got back from ballet, speech and psych, and I have to get ready for chem tomorrow so weekdays I just don’t have the time.

My pattern has been mentioned on the Daily Chum! My Dad’s Father’s Day Socks that is up on my old blog that I’ve been lagging behind to turn into a PDF file and move it to Ravelry or this blog. I litterally squeeked when I saw I had been mentioned, it was very cool for me.

(Not sure how clear the pattern is, since it was never actually test knit so if you have any question of find any errata just message me on Ravelry my name there is Nea. Or leave a comment on this blog, because I can’t actaully reply from the old blog.

I so need to blog more often, and this time I know I will. I have a meme lined up, and since the boyfriend is going out of town for work, I have a bit of time on my hands these next two weeks =(. Not that I’m at all happy about that, but I can live with it, it’s not as long as it could be so here’s to hoping that he only has to be gone those two weeks.

I just now realized why even though I make a sweater that’s the right size bust measurement-wise, my arms always feel stiff in it.

I forgot about the designers plan for a bust taking up more fabric in front. So, when I make the smaller size I lose those valuable stitches for my back.

Since, I seem to always like living/being in places where sweater weather isn’t really an issue I guess I’ll just abstain from sweater knitting. (This is being said because I may be moving to Florida within the next year, not 100% sure, but very likely if things keep progressing in the manner they have been.) That said, I may need shawls, but sweaters? Not likely.

*mini rant* Honestly though, one would *think* that coming from a family of very busty women, that I would be bigger than a AAA (ok AA if the size runs small) especially since the side of the family that I particularly take after runs in the D range. Grr, I’m just frustrated. (Can you tell I’ve also been trying to find a new bikini, possibly one that well I don’t know? *Fits!*  *end rant*

Okay I’m going to just wash the dishes and head off to bed. But seriously though, I love the way God made me, and I love my shape. I just wish clothing designers in America would maybe just consider that there are women *below* the national average on sizes. Not trying to knock bigger gals, I know where my genetics will take a swing to should I put on weight in my thirtys and beyond. So. not. going. there. I love my body, I just don’t like not being able to wear things because they don’t look/fit right. (I have a store bought sweater that I love, but I”m trying to figure out how to remove the extra bust fabric, it’s totally possible I just need to get the nerve to cut into it. I’ll post pictures when I do though)

Yuppers, I’ve actually been knitting lately. And here’s the proof:

 

An entire sock! Well, ankle sock since it’s for me. The pattern is Waders from the now gone MagKnits, otherwise I might have actually linked that. It was quick and sock number 2 is now on the needles.

And as a big surprise, the reason I got into my knitting mood? The Boyfriend, yup he and I were talking about books and recommended the Sword of Truth series by Terry Goodkind and oh my goodness I zoomed through a 573 page book in less than a week. (If only I could do that with my textbooks *sigh*.) How did this inspire the knitting you may ask? Well my hands had to do something while I read (I know know why I stopped knitting when I stopped watching television, duh!) so this pattern was perfect, I could look down for the pattern less then 25% of every two rounds and just feel the rest as I read.

And now onto another undetermined length of time of no posts because school is wrapping up paper-wise and I’ve also added a new class to the mix, as well as the volunteer work for church, the Boyfriend (that I’ve never had to figure out time management-wise for over three years so that’s a little tricky, and other social endeavors that keep me running. Oh and also, I need to start job-hunting. Yeah, this is going to be fun.

I love flowers. I can’t keep them alive, but that’s a different matter. Unfortunately, here in the desert you have to have a very green thumb to make anything grow half decently. So what did I do when I visited my Grandmother that doesn’t live in the desert of Califonia?

Yup, I enjoyed her flowers and took lots of pictures. (Although these are the only ones that looked good enough to post.)

These were “saved” from their spot in the sun where they had started to wilt, it only delayed the inevitable though.

These next two I just loved because of the water droplets on them.

Anyone know the names of these? Or any of them at all, I’d like to know.

Tulips, one of the few flowers that I know the name. I love tulips they’re so cute looking.

Okay people, these flowers I NEED to know what they’re called. Stitch markers to the first person to tell me the correct name in the comments. Pass on the word if you don’t know what they’re called.

That’s all for now. Knitting has been at a stand still for the most part. I have picked up my spindle again, but I need to ply the singles. (Ugh, anyone know of a cheap semi-wheel that i could use just to ply?) And I’ve started tatting, but I have no idea how to weave in ends. I may take pictures of my tatting even though I haven’t tacked down the ends.

Just quite a few things have come up.

First things first, the shrug never made it. I just didn’t have the time with all the driving I was doing, and I’d rather not knit as I’m going 70mph on the freeway, especially not in Los Angeles, I needed my wits about me.

Second, and the main reason that’s been taking up my time that I would usually blog. The boyfriend, we’re official now which kind of makes me want to jump up and down and dance. Still not sure how much I’ll talk about him, but I’ve been spending most nights talking to him after he gets off of work.

Also, the pictures have been building up on my camera so I do have blog fodder, but it’s going to have to wait a little since I need to go head off to my Aunt M’s birthday celebration.