pics of my primary cause of insomnia these days

An added bonus, lovely friend/delivering doctor rang me to read me poem by Robert Browning, shortly after baby was born:

The year's at the spring,

And day's at the morn;

Morning's at seven;

The hillside's dew-pearl'd;

The lark's on the wing;

The snail's on the thorn;

God's in His heaven-

All's right with the world!

Fashion fascism

I read recently that many high-end fashion houses refuse on principle to make their ready-to-wear clothes in large sizes, on the grounds that they don't want fat people wearing their stuff, thus presumably making the brand-name clothes more desirable. I am tickled therefore by the fact that many of these same high-end fashion houses make baby clothes - including snaps down at the bottom end of the clothes expressly for ease of nappy-changing: what does it say about high fashion when being fat is considered less attractive than being incontinent? I think I'd rather be fat...