I’ve never looked good in hats. Strange, when I am just so damn gorgeous, but alas and alack, hats and I do not agree. This was brought home anew this morning when I tried to leave the house with Petite Fille for a short walk. She was all systems go, until Grandmama placed a chapeau upon her crown.
Instantly Petite Fille retreated to her mother’s skirts and refused to make eye contact with me. I pleaded, I promised, I tried to persuade but the small one clung to her mother with all the grip of her tiny arms and legs.
Her mother resorted to the usual parental excuse “Perhaps she is tired,” but the truth was out there. I removed my millinery finery and my granddaughter was restored to me. We set off hand in hand down the street.
Tonight I strained my back. I think it was while i was taking a spa bath. I may have raised a leg too high, and that is when the strain or sprain may have occurred.
Now, for those of the creative and fruitful imagination, may I add that I was solo in the bath, and I was shaving a leg… sigh, yes, a naked leg. A beautiful, naked leg of course.
All round, a much better frame of mind…but tomorrow is Monday.