Dreaming of non-maternity clothing

Hello. I just devoured Coming Home by Rosamunde Pilcher.

And while searching for this picture of the book cover I learned that there is a MINISERIES starring EMILY MORTIMER and also PAUL BETTANY and KEIRA KNIGHTLEY. And it can be watched instantly! I want to delay watching it, though, just to savor the deliciousness of such a prospect.

So, I'll keep writing about non-maternity clothing. After reading Coming Home all I wanted was to tuck my blouse into a wool skirt, slip on some oxfords and a big cardigan and traipse on down to a beach.

But I have no waist. I have a baby in there instead.

So I'm vowing to buy myself some Rosamunde Pilcher-inspired 1930's clothing when I regain my youthful figure.

Perhaps this skirt...

And this blouse...

With these shoes...

I'm definitely buying those shoes. I just okay'd a $250 purchase for my husband (a fancy vaporizer to protect his lungs from the damages of illicit smoke) so I think my time is ripe for some spendy oxfords.

I forgot-- a cardigan is necessary for misty days of Oregon/Cornwall.

Essential that none of it matches perfectly. Must imitate the careless look of the outdoorsy rich.

I'm back again. I took a detour to the hospital--a terrifying flurry of pre-term labor at twenty-six weeks of pregnancy. A one o' clock in the morning call to Phil from my hospital bed, saying "You have to come back, they're saying I'm dilating, they're giving me meds." A four year old girl carried in to the hospital room fast asleep. A husband holding me, firmly asking to be explained our options. IV's going in and drugs to still my uterus. A baby boy's heartbeat, loud and insistent and gorgeous, broadcast over the room, punctuated by his kicks.

And then winding down, stillness, tentative peace. Wheeled out of the hospital into the fine air. Taken home, surrounded by cushions.

I've been on bed rest for almost five weeks now.

 

I'm learning to be peaceful. I'm remembering to daydream about lovely things--scratchy wool skirts, and the ocean, and peppermint white mochas. I'm lighting candles, and ignoring the clutter, and knitting.

 Pretending to snooze for the camera.