Monday, January 19, 2015

Knitting Block by Block Review

So, I got this book from Blogging for Books almost three months ago. Oops. Well, I do have a good excuse bun in the oven but yeah. It's about time I got around to reviewing this.

When I saw Knitting Block by Block, I was excited! Another knitting book! And I loved Knockout Knits, the first book I received for review.

This book is hardback, and the pictures inside are in gloriously vivid (I mean vivid) color. However, the book seems to be a collection of blocks. As in, squares. The squares are really pretty and amazing, but they kinda serve no function. There is a tiny section in the back that very loosely explains how to use these squares to make something, but there isn't any patterns.

I was disappointed. I don't like squares, and I'm not going to knit them and then try to assemble them into something. This book just isn't for me. That does not mean it isn't a good book. If you like knitting squares and you like patterns that leave a lot for you to figure out on your own, you will like this book. All the squares are written and charted, and a lot of them do look really fun. But, I don't make blankets and I don't hang pretty squares on my wall. Just not my type of knitting!

Saturday, January 17, 2015

An Open Letter To My Boobs.

Dear mammary glands. Yes, I know. I'm pregnant. Yes, I realize the amount of hormones currently coursing through my bloodstream might cause a small moose to go insane. While I am glad I'm not a moose, I am a human and thus my problems are mainly of esthetic value. And placement. And also wardrobe functionality.

Because I would like to fit into my shirts. I mean, I knew my belly was going to get big. And I kinda knew my boobs might grow a little. But my belly still fits into all my clothes. The aforementioned bosomy culprits, however, are not so obliging.

Once upon a merry time when there was considerably less bun in the oven and my life was not spent wondering how much time I had before the nausea bus looped back around to run me over again, I took it for granted that my ladies would just fit in anything. I mean, I wasn't even that well endowed in terms of boobage. Okay, so I was a C cup. Was. I was happy with that C cup, that was sometimes a B cup when I wasn't about to have my period. Oh, period boobs. I used to think you were huge and tender. But no, you are nothing like pregnancy boobs. Comparing period boobs to pregnancy boobs is like comparing a waterfall to a tsunami or a dainty salvation baptism to the oncoming apocalypse.

I mean, not only are my boobs two (yes two) cup sizes bigger--they also, at certain times feel like they are on fire. Why this is a necessary sensation for procreation, I do not know. It is, however, decidedly NOT a pleasant one. And I'm only 14 weeks "gone". I'm not even in my third trimester. For all I know, these things are going to keep growing and then I'm going to need to wear one of those truck beepers whenever I walk around just to give people a warning to get out of the way. 

Yesterday I realized I could use my boobs as a shelf. Yes, a shelf. While my husband thought this was utterly hilarious, I was less amused.

Well. I'd be lying if I didn't mention the positives. For one, I have this thing called "cleavage" now. I'm not really familiar with such a phenomenon yet, but I know it makes my husband very happy for some odd reason. Not that he wasn't happy with me before, he is just enjoying the strange and unexplainable changes my body is going through with the satisfied grin of someone whose body does not currently feel like a science experiment. He only gets to watch. I guess he likes what he sees.

Another positive is the shopping, of course. I love shopping. I've already invested in several new, larger-chest-accommodating clothing items. My husband, however, is slightly less joyful about this predicament as you can imagine. Oh well. I can't hear him over the sound of my frenzied search for cute, fashionable maternity clothes that don't scream "I'M A MOM NOW AND I BELONG IN A VERY MODEST OFFICE". I'm convinced they don't exist.

And that, my dears, was my day today. If you need me I'll be trying to shove my tender female organs into my pajamas. Oh, who am I kidding. I'm wearing my husband's sweatpants and Virgina Tech printed tee tonight. Again.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Birthday Cowl

My birthday is this weekend and I had time to make myself a scrunchy cowl in honor of my new age. I'm so excited to wear this at my upcoming party this Tuesday!

I used knit picks cotton yarn, called "Billow". It's a bulky thick-thin yarn and I love love love how soft it is! It is one of my favorite yarns, that I also used to create a bunch of hats with last year for my infertility and miscarriage group.

These colors begged to be a cowl. So I made one. For myself! And the pattern is my own. Although, stripes are easy and don't require much forethought or ingenuity.

Other then that I have been mostly hiding from the cold. Also, my husband is getting over the flu. I hope I don't catch it. At least until after my birthday!!