This (annoyingly out of focus) photo is really a photograph of potential. In the photo I am standing in my future dye space, wearing a future dress (a heavily modified take on Mary Jane Mucklestone's Solbein) and most importantly, I am seventeen weeks pregnant.
As my friend Sarah said, here's hoping the kid looks good in blue (given that I am already plotting indigo dyed everything).
I am still working through all the changes the last few months have brought, which is perhaps why it has taken me so long to write this post. I am currently 22 weeks pregnant, and looking at my (relatively) flat stomach in a photo taken so recently I am amazed to remember how ungainly I felt at the time (it's hard to see in this photo, but I definitely had the beginnings of a bump). My midsection has changed significantly since then, and I my feelings of constantly catching up with a new body shape have not diminished.
Needless to say, I will not be heading back to Antartica any time soon. I will however have more time to devote to the fiber side of my life, and to vending more often in person.
This upcoming weekend in fact (April 7) I will be vending in person at the Yarn Sellar’s Fiber Marketplace & Retreat in York, Maine from 10 am to 3 pm. With any luck (stand by for steeking) I will be wearing that knit dress.
For those of you interested in my travels, I have lots and lots of photos that I never got around to posting, and subjects that I always meant to write posts about but never had the time for. I am hoping to actually write some of those posts. Stay tuned, and feel free to email me with prompts and questions.
Speaking of travel, I am very sorry to say that I will not be able to attend this year’s Wool Scouts knitting retreat. The retreat was honestly one of the highlights of last summer and I really would love to be able to head back up to Bradford Camps, but my due date is August 2 and “advanced maternal age" and absolute faith in Sarah and Rob's ability to handle medical emergencies aside it just feels like poor planning and bad manners to head into the Maine woods at 38 weeks pregnant. Hopefully I'll be able to return next summer.