Monday, January 5, 2009

An Open Letter

To every pregnant woman that I have ever made a comment about your body, I am sorry. I had no idea what an asshole I probably sounded like. I’m sure the comments were meant to be complementary. I was probably thinking of how cute and adorable you look, but I would still never have made those comments if you were not pregnant. It’s not a topic most women are comfortable with, and shouldn’t become fair game just because you’ve been turned into a human incubator.

And why might you ask am I now apologizing for a comment I don’t even remember making? Well you see, Karma is a wicked bitch, and she knows how to put you in your place.

How else can you explain being 4 months pregnant, getting looked you up and down with a barely audible “tisk” and wide condescending eyes that settle on your growing stomach and hearing something to the effect of “ oh wow, look at you. How is your eating going?”

And because I didn’t want anymore karmic retribution, I refrained from punching them in the face. I’m expecting some karmic bonus points for that one. Do you hear me Karma? Bonus Points. Preferably in the form of a gifted massage or two, I think that is an excellent trade for good behavior.

Deal? Deal.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Imagine some clever witty Pretty in Pink quote here...

Introducing Duckie!

Duckie is a clever fellow; he enjoys a good game of scrabble. Can probably beat the pants off you in Trivial Pursuit, and may or may not have a bit of a crush on Jeopardy’s Alex Trebek.

You can check him out in more detail on Ravelry or Etsy

Home Sweet Home

Happy New Years everybody!

We are back in Brooklyn and seem to have brought the cold Chicago weather with us. Nothing that a cozy apartment and all day Bones marathon on TNT won't cure. It is also giving me the ample time I pretended not to have during the holidays to actually translate my written pattern notes into PDFs.

This is probably my least favorite part of pattern writing. No math, no knitting, just me and my serial killer chicken scratch. I wonder if I can make a deal with the Gremlins that steal my seam rippers. I will gladly buy them every type available if they would do a little transcribing. Not a bad deal eh?