Bow Ties and Baby Clothes
The last week has been hellishly busy. I celebrated over the weekend by doing a fat lot of nothing. I'm not sure why it has to be a fat lot, and not just a lot, but it does.
I discovered a delicious dim sum place - somehow those sweet, savoury, slippery little treats hit the spot in a way that's just right these days. It's cart upon cart of mysterious and complex little dishes - all of them tasting ten times better than they look - mmmm. I may have to go again this weekend. And of course for future reference, dim sum restaurants are a perfect place to bring babies as there are dozens of them around and every bow-tied waiter stops to fawn.
Then I bought my first maternity pants, though truthfully I am not showing at all. But they were $27 and I love an excuse to shop. The only thing that has really changed is that I am more bloated than usual after eating and I can't suck my stomach in line with my ribs the way I used to be able to.
I did finally tell my mother, who was suitably pleased. She's very excited to go to Holt Renfrew and buy designer outfits... I remember walking in there with her once and exclaiming "WHO would spent $50 on baby clothes?"
"I would..." she replied in a small voice. My mother, who has spent 40 years in a very selfless, service-oriented career, loves Holt Renfrew. So who I am to judge?
I discovered a delicious dim sum place - somehow those sweet, savoury, slippery little treats hit the spot in a way that's just right these days. It's cart upon cart of mysterious and complex little dishes - all of them tasting ten times better than they look - mmmm. I may have to go again this weekend. And of course for future reference, dim sum restaurants are a perfect place to bring babies as there are dozens of them around and every bow-tied waiter stops to fawn.
Then I bought my first maternity pants, though truthfully I am not showing at all. But they were $27 and I love an excuse to shop. The only thing that has really changed is that I am more bloated than usual after eating and I can't suck my stomach in line with my ribs the way I used to be able to.
I did finally tell my mother, who was suitably pleased. She's very excited to go to Holt Renfrew and buy designer outfits... I remember walking in there with her once and exclaiming "WHO would spent $50 on baby clothes?"
"I would..." she replied in a small voice. My mother, who has spent 40 years in a very selfless, service-oriented career, loves Holt Renfrew. So who I am to judge?
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