Doughnuts, 1,000,000; me, 1

So this morning I finished this dress:

It took a dog's age to sew because a) interfacings still confuse me - sewing should be a mandatory part of any college-level physics class - and b) because once again, my curvy body has stumped modern patterns. The hips fit fine; the waist was baggy. I must have taken in a full three inches around the side seams and the bust darts before it would fit.

Of course, once it did fit, my husband made one of those great male-appreciation noises. That was worth it.

Still, I think my doughnut days are over for a while. I have made the leap from acceptably voluptous to just plain round.