I’m deep in the throes of a Momma Reincarnation project. You may be familiar with the process or might even have gone through a similar one yourself. It goes a little like this: Momma wakes up one morning, out of a deep, deep haze, likely brought to by the scent of the body-warmed dried breast milk, now permanently entrenched in the fibers of her billowy, sweat-stained, easy-access nursing pajamas. She scratches her head, trying to remember where she is, how she got there, appalled by the state of apparent bodily neglect. Then it quickly comes rushing back to her – the endless months of pregnancy, adjusting to new baby, survival. Unable to resist the gentle urging of Spring, this Momma Bear emerges from her hibernation. Out of the cave, into the light, there is sunshine! And mirrors. A hip new haircut was executed. (you may now confuse me for Maggie Gyllenhaal’s blonde identical twin) Aforementioned pajamas were quickly relieved of their duty.
Thursday night marks the release of the second Sex and the City movie, and I will be joining some fantastic friends in screening it. There’s nothing like a good Girls’ Night Out to call for a reevaluation of the wardrobe, and I don’t think I need to say that Sex and the City demands a glammed-up dress code. I’m sorry to say that my selection is pretty pathetic, so of course I’ve decided that the perfect outfit is one I shall make myself, specifically the Goddess top I’ve recently started knitting. I’m knitting furiously, any spare moment I have, but it’s pretty slow-going. Wearing a tube-top version is not an option. While my left brain says there’s no way in hell I’ll complete it in time, my right brain argues that I really don’t know that for sure, so I’m giving it a good college try. I haven’t decided yet on Plan B.
I made some progress from yesterday, sure, but there is both a front and a back; I’ve not yet started the back.
I’m now taking applications for round-the-clock knitting interns.