OK, let's see if I can get this up in 17 minutes and still hit Thursday...
So I have made one maternity top. This is some Japanese cotton gauze that I couldn't resist at Purl Patchwork this summer, using Simplicity pattern 4022. Mods: I added a couple of inches to the bottom half and left a longer hem to accommodate the belly, and kind of created my own sleeve option.
Making this was the weirdest experience, because after 20 years of sewing for myself I have a pretty good eye for what kind of piece is going to fit...but that's the pre-pregnant me. Basically, I always, always have to heavily adjust the bust--even on small sizes they will be ludicrously too full for me. For this top, I made the size 12, because that gave a finished bust of 37" and--I had to check this three times before I'd believe it--that's the measurement at my fullest point right now. As I pieced the upper bodice together, I kept looking at it and thinking, "Crap, no way, that's enormous, that curve is too full, this isn't going to work." And then I'd try it on, and...whaddya know, it pretty much fit. Huh. I mean, granted this is no Octoberfest rack. We're still talking sub-B. But at least I'm making a creditable showing, in a style of top I would NEVER wear normally.
The pattern on this fabric has a bit of a direction, almost a border print, and like many Japanese prints it runs perpendicular to the selvage. So I cut the whole thing against the grain, which always feels wildly transgressive to me. I also did some semi-fancy cutting to try and get the floral clumps balanced, which was only semi-successful. But here's the big boner, which I didn't notice until I was seaming these pieces:
Ooops. Maybe it's like leaving a designer label out on purpose?
Bonus FOs: my contribution to the Thanksgiving dinner--
I threw tradition to the winds this year and made what I thought people might actually like. Ditched the pumpkin pie, as no one in Alex's family seems to eat it (but what am I supposed to have for breakfast tomorrow???) and just made apple, the perennial favorite. The chocolate pound cake was a gamble to see if I could please the kids. Per Jacob K, age 8: "You made a good cake." Score!