Saturday, November 01, 2008

33 weeks

I feel like I've never been bigger in my life, but in reality, I've still got 7 weeks to go. Apparently my skin knows how to stretch even further.

33 weeks

Last week, I went to a cupcake decorating class, and my children were thrilled with the results:

I've always been a horrible cake decorator, so I was relieved to find that with a little coaching and some lessons in technique, I was actually able to turn out some presentable little cakes.

I know, they're almost too cute. I let each of my children eat two, and then had Sparky and Max deliver the rest to neighbor families in our building with children.

The first two cupcakes made it without incident (the boys each only held one), but then the trouble arose when I sent Max down on a second trip with a paper plate full of 4. Admittedly, a terrible idea, but I thought I'd give the guy a chance. He and Sparky knocked on the second door, and in the space of time it took the family not to answer the door, Max said "whoops". I looked out to see, and sure enough, there he was, picking them up off of the welcome mat. I was a little miffed, but relieved that at least the family hadn't answered, so now they wouldn't see the ruined cakes. I told the boys to just come back up, intending to throw the cupcakes away.

Half-way back to our door, the dad of the family opened his door. I explained, also saying that they'd been dropped, and at that moment Max turned around to face the guy and dropped them at his feet. At this point the green swirled ones were actually flat.

The guy generously took them anyway, and I found out the next day that they'd all eaten them, in spite of the extra seasoning. I mean, they're the ones who clean the stairs, so they know how clean/dirty they are, but...oh goodness.

I've cast off the body of Shalom, and will now be picking up the held stitches for the arms, as well as the 10 I cast on under each arm (and at least two in each corner to close up any gaps). According to Rachel, if I use smaller needles (I'm going down to size 10 from 10-1/2), and decrease at the rate of two stitches every 6 rows, I should end up with presentable arms. (I will, of course, be trying it on at different points along the way to make sure I don't go decrease too far.) I'll knit from two ends of a center-pull ball so that I can knit until I run out of yarn.

So, wanna see it?

Sorry, that's as good as it gets in the murky afternoon light we call "sunshine" now that it's fall. I've "sepia-ed" it, because there was no use even trying for the true colors.

Gotta run -- I've got a hot date with Patrick Dempsey in Made Of Honor. Oh yeah, baby. (Now available on iTunes for rental!)
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