Afterthoughts are super easy, but doing a regular short row or heel flap is easy, too. [www.cometosilver.com]
I love socks. I love wearing them. I love knitting them. I especially love knitting self-striping socks out of a merino/cashmere blend. Socks are a simple and stupid thing that make me happy, but I am not a Silicone Valley tastemaker.
HOLY CRAP!
ETA: Let's hear it for crappy boutique PR firms based on the west coast. They're good for something!
A former client's email sig proclaimed "Real-Time Virtual Archivist." I think it meant he had a dormant Twitter account.
Pervy pervs are everywhere. Here in Flyover Country, I was feeding Beep Junior in the car while the mister ducked into the grocery store. When he came out, he found a dude standing just outside my line of sight, jacking it. Mister yelled at him and the guy took off. He called the cops, who were unsympathetic, because hurr, hurr, hurr, breastfeeding.
Do I lose my last shred of feminist credibility if I decide I don't take the part time archivist job at a race shop and instead continue to be a stay at home mother? #crosstalk
I was going to get indignant, but then the Brave Little Toaster projectile vomited all over me, killing my enthusiasm.
Babies are hard, man.
Hey Caity! I have an insomniac three-month-old baby cutting her first tooth and an iPad in the nursery. I'm begging you for the love of all that's drool covered to please hit me with the funny. Early and often.
It's my home away from Gawker, man. #crosstalk
Mr. Beep is reading "The Hungry Games" to the baby. #crosstalk
I'm a knitter with a cashmere fetish. Mongolia is my own personal opium den. #crosstalk
We're honestly headed to Mongolia if it happens. #crosstalk
Why do babies want to party at 6 a.m.? Even the club kids are ready to drop, but my girl is WIDE AWAKE and making a request for a morning dance party. #crosstalk
And he continues to live up to his name.
Knock-knock, motherfucker.
I have hope that we're one bad gas station chimichanga away from flushing the remaining Santorum from our system.
We co-sleep. Part of it is to bond with the baby and part of it is just sheer exhaustion. She sleeps best snuggled up on my chest and it's 4 a.m.? -- I'm not going to fight it.
Like anything, it's best in moderation and there needs to be open communication between the parents.
The good: I found out I was pregnant in February and had a beautiful baby girl in
October.
October.
The bad: A manager pulled a lot of strings to get me fired seven weeks before I gave birth and has bragged about "ruining [my] life" as if it were some sort of joke. I am so royally fucked by her actions. I have no idea how I'm going to be able to return to the workforce.
I was hit with a brutal case of postpartum depression.
My insurance has jacked us around with costs.
Still, I have a baby girl. That sort of cancels out the rest of the crap. Bring it, 2012.
Irony of ironies, he became governor thanks to a Green party spoiler (Roberto Mondragon!) back in 1994.
