No time yet for photos, but I've been wrapped up in a gorgeous rainbow-hued shawl since the weather cooled. I may incorporate into some boob photos- Boobiethon ends at midnight eastern tonight.
In lieu of yummy yarn wraps, let me spread the news that The Middle Class* is digging the thrift store trend. CNN has a little article about how the abject lack of money we are all feeling has profits up but donations down at thrift shops. Link I have a massive pile of baby clothes and what-was-I-thinking stuff to donate. I need to clear it out.
*I am just about at the point in the election hooplah where I vomit forcefully every time I hear middle class, and main street sends me into seizures. It's difficult to listen to the plight of the middle class when I'm dying to scrabble my way up to that level. I don't know exactly what defines that idyllic and much exalted mid-level of income, but I know I'm sick to fucking death of hovering beneath it and micromanaging every bloody cent. I'm also through with feeling guilty for wanting more. It's about time, people. It's a luxury to have time to spend on quality of life stuff- art, entertainment, watching my baby play. The dream of working from home is like a pulp fantasy novel right now.