Wednesday
Fingernails: sheer, demure pink. Mighty understated. With all this typing I could pry bottlecaps off with these nails. Ah, well they won't last long... Toenails: The opposite: black & glossy. The last vestige of punk on the middle aged body. Not tree climbing-ly long. For toes only a black or black red is preferred. Nothing more odd looking than a foot. Finished reading "The Art of Keeping Secrets" by Eva Rice. London as a young woman in the 1950s. Eccentrics galore! I enjoyed it immensely, particularly the description of the clothes. After four terribly hot days, at last we had a big delicious blanket of bay scented fog. And all was right again with the world. Aaaaah. You must check out this dollmaker. Brilliant !