(It's my own crazy design in my own crazy hand-dyed yarn. Fun if a tad wacky.)
Unfortunately, our weather is anything but April showers. So, instead of going for walks with the Princess and the Dude, or playing in the yard or at the park, I've been doing moss stitch. You heard me. Moss stitch is basically rows of k1, p1 in an alternating fashion. It isn't my favorite but it makes good TV knitting. I've completed the back the one of the fronts of the Minimalist Cardigan in the most luscious of yarns. I don't knit this in front of T. for fear of having the yarn snatched from my hands. It wasn't an economical purchase but it was worth every penny. The sheen and the softness are a joy to knit and the drape of the knitted fabric is devine.
I'm hoping to have this number finished pretty soon to add to my modest maternity wardrobe. It turns out if you're knocked up, you should only be able to wear pants in funny fabrics and shirts that look like tents. So not only do you have to deal with the idea that gaining weight is a good thing, after spending most of my life striving (and failing) to waste away in that fashionably waif-like way. It turns out that a blossoming (and I use the term loosely) belly can only be shrouded in bright prints or ill-fitting t-shirts. It's a good thing I'm a getting a kid out of it, or it totally wouldn't be worth it.