Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Thank God for Maternity Jeans


Yes, I am still wearing maternity jeans. I cannot wear a normal waist band. For some reason, I wear a 12 dress size, but an obese size 24 waist. I am a hideous beast. In fact, here is a picture of a coffee mug that a friend gave me as a gift one year for my birthday, saying it resembled me in the morning. Should I be offended? Flattered? I think the nose is all wrong. But can any of us really see ourselves the way others see us? Clearly my friend sees a pretty picture. Speaking of another super egoboosting friend, Julie took me to BookBinder's Grill for my Birthday dinner tonight. My birthday was Sept. 7. Anywho, I've been feeling particularly ugly lately so I wore some sexy shoes to dinner...



And I started a new project...Eunny's Endpaper Mits...



Starting a new project really scratches that itch, if you know what I mean. I think I'm in such a funk partly because,
I'm Fat. My teeth are stained with red wine. Permanently. I have no clothes that fit. My feet hurt. And I came across some press for my Xbestfriend from highschool, Challen Cates, living in Hollywood, a producer and actress and awfully pretty.



I feel like a dork about that though, because she chose her life and I chose mine. I need to be thankful for everything I have, even the maternity jeans I'm wearing right now. When I'm holding my sleeping son in my arms, with a little black pug curled up at my side snoring away, and the man I love, rubbing my feet...what else is there?
I don't want anything else.
On a lighter note, thankfully, I don't have to work at TNNA in San Diego this year. Whew. What would I be doing right now? Eating my 8th course of dinner with 27 people until midnight tonight. Do miss the wine though, Jay knew himself some wine. And the conversation was pretty interesting. Oh Vey. Still glad I'm here and not there.

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