In amendment to my pregnancy quip

I must confess, I feel very flattered that so many of you care for my womb's well-being.  After receiving numerous "Don't do it!"'s  from women whom I highly admire, I am here to assure you that my Nuva Ring is tightly in place.  Not that it was going anywhere in the first place, mind you. At this point I view motherhood just as I do any other fleeting excitement, like learning to knit.  I may be smitten with the idea of sitting in a rocker with skeins of homespun yarn rolling around my feet, and I may even enjoy knitting away every so often in the twilight hours.  But I am definitely not ready to devote the time necessary to make socks...and I certainly don't have the skill for it yet!  That doesn't mean I don't want to make socks, and let it be known that I really respective you fabulous sock-knitters of the world!  For now, I am happy to admire the handiwork of others and save my knitting needles for another day.  As for my womb...well...she's busy in other adventures.  

The inevitable has happened

You'll hear it from me first: I think I want a job.  Don't get me wrong, crafting and cooking and taking grad classes are all great....but I am getting ansy.  I even find myself thinking that it may be nice to get pregnant or worse - get a dog.  This cannot happen!  Thus, I have begun the ever-depressing search of finding a job for which I am qualified.  Turns out I am qualified for nothing.  Seriously, getting a decent job with a Bachelor's in psychology is just as impossible as if I were a high school grad!  I can't even substitute teach here because you have to be certified.  Certified means going to school for another year-and-a-half...and thank you I am already on that but plan on getting paid better afterward.  Patience is not a virtue I possess, unfortunately, so I don't know what I will do.  With that being said, I should get back to knitting my scarf. 

Oh btw, I think I am going to join a spinning and weaving guild.  How cool is that?  

I think I'll call him Elroy

Here is my new favorite little guy, just made him today! 

 He started out like this:

And ended up like this!

Now I'm just on a roll...

I've come to a very important realization: I'm a self-indulged narcissist.  Why am I a self-indulged narcissist? Well obviously, because I don't have kids.  Every other blog I've seen is super-cute with dozens of pictures of  babies with little stories about how they did this or that and went to the fair and pet baby lambs and la-dee-da.  I, on the other hand, just write about me (and occasionally my groom).  Don't get me wrong; I am perfectly content being a self-indulged narcissist at the moment.  I just thought I'd let you know that I was aware.  

*By the way Mom: when I called to tell you about the posts I was so surprised to hear you nonchalantly say "la-dee-da" because I had literally just written that in this post.  Telepathic connection?  I should say so!    

Oh boy!

Now that I've finally realized how to put pictures on here the correct way, I thought I'd post some of my favorite scrapbook pages I've done so far.  Be gentle, I am an amateur.  Lots more coming!

I can't wait to make babies with this man! 

Behold my work and my glory

I may be converting to polytheism, because Rose Levy Baranbaum (author of The Bread Bible which I faithfully follow) may very well be a Goddess.  Seriously, if I can pull off baking bread this gorgeous and melt-in-your-mouth, there must have been some divine intervention.  Get the book and find your nirvana.  

So it's been a while...

I know, I know, I've been terribly negligent in posting.  What can I say?  I like to sleep in and mornings are the only time I get to write.  At this moment, however, I am in the middle of baking bread and thus am forced to remain awake to ensure a successful outcome.  I've been at this bread since 4 o'clock this morning, with hopes to get it out of the oven by 10:30 so when my groom gets in from being on-call all night, he can have his favorite food.  Gag all you want, but wait 'til you try my bread!  

Life has been quite nice, with the exception of the lawnmower man's nocturnal video game habits which has left me swearing strings of obscenities at about 3 in the morning because we can't sleep.  I've been honing my domestic talents (i.e. enthusiastically attacking every handicraft that women in the 1890s might have been forced to learn) and knitting and crocheting up a storm.  My latest fascination is sewing toys, like these two:

and with 4 dolls down I plan on taking on some other fun projects.  Admittedly, the scarf and blanket I am attempting needlework on looks like it was done by a paraplegic, but I'm holding onto the delusion that it will magically look perfect once it's done. 

Classes for grad school have started, and I feel very academic at the moment.  I even went out looking for some funky reader glasses with no magnification (my eyesight is, sadly, quite good), but couldn't find any. Instead, I've been planning my wardrobe around my classes.  How does a wanna-be artsy-schmartsy homemaker-cum-therapist look, you ask?  Well let me tell you.  First, I make sure to wash my hair only once a week so the style I choose never looks too contrived (does anyone really trust an academic with whistle-clean hair? I don't think so.)  Next, I find anything vintage (or slightly resembling vintage in my muddled brain) and toss it together with a pair of boots and a scarf.  Lately I'm big into knits, so anything made out of yarn or wool is sure to be on my body somewhere.  Finally, I top off the ensemble with big, chunky earrings and zero lipstick.  

I think the West might be getting to me.