Meira asked: "Well, you know the internets are always interested in sordid marital details. But I imagine that if you wanted to get into that, you'd have done so already. ;o)
So I will ask: What are you knitting right now? Do you anticipate catching the log cabin bug? (I caught it bad, lol)"
I don't mind sharing sordid marital details, but not here. We'll have to meet in person. I want to protect Josh's privacy, but sometimes things slip out in the comments ;)
I am knitting soakers, as usual. I am working on a hot stripey one right now. I have started no less than three, and finished one. That one did not shrink one little bit when I tried to felt it, so it fits Naomi better than it fits Miriam.
I don't know what log cabin is. But if I did, I would surely be addicted, because that's the way I am.
Jayne asked: "What do you think of Mommy Brain? I see it on your reading list."
The message of Mommy Brain is a comforting one: when we become mothers our brains rewire, get more flexible, increase capacity. We feel like we've lost braincells ebcause we are processing so much more information than we ever have before (think about Sleep Math, x amount of morning nap + y amount of afternoon nap and then don't forget the excercise or lack thereof, and how much protein vs how much sugar, how much nursing, how restless the night before was, all this goes into figuring out how much time you have at night after they go down to bed, and how easily they go down, and whether you can plan to go out or not.) Then, when the capacity-challenging phase of early childhood is over, we get to keep all this extra development and efficiency.
I wondered the entire time I was reading it how my brain was affected by giving up a baby. I wrote a little about it at the time.
I didn't finish the book, though. It's a bit dry. Still very worth reading.
Elizabeth says:
I lived in West LA for nearly three years. We lived a five minute walk away from a Whole Foods, Starbucks and homeopathic pharmacy, and I drove there EVERY SINGLE TIME.
For the last year or so we had one car. I worked in Beverly Hills, a block off Rodeo Drive. So I took the Blue Bus from National and Barrington to Olympic and Westwood,then I transferred and took Olympic down to Beverly Drive. From there it was a 15 minute walk, because if public transportation got any closer to Rodeo, the universe would implode.
All that time I worked in the shopping mecca of LA, and I never saw a single celebrity. Go figure.
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