A Fancy Mistake Of Sorts

I made a minor mistake today.  Well it didn’t start off as a mistake, more or less a fashion choice.  And in and of itself, it wasn’t a huge decision and for most people it would never been a mistake. But of course I am not most people (frankly when you get down to it, none of us are most people because we are all individuals) so it ended up being a mistake for me.

You see friends while I was getting ready to head off into my day, I opted to wear rings on my fingers and thumbs.  I do that.  I like rings. The problem is I have lupus which leads to finger issues.  I also have arthritis and sadly my knuckles are starting to show signs of it.  Today was one of those days where I could start off wearing my rings no problem (when my hands aren’t too bad they are actually a bit too loose on my fingers) and yet by the end of the afternoon I knew I had made a mistake.

But I’m a confident sort of girl (it happens with years of dealing with these issues) so I figured I’d handle this without too much fuss.  I tried a to gently tug them off, but it was a no go.  No big deal, I can just run my hands under cold water, even though my hands are already cold.  A friend suggested not to use water in case my rings slide off under running water were lost down the drain and instead offered ice as the solution in the past.  Neither worked.

One of Beloved’s sisters swore that butter, preferably the unsalted type (I’m afraid I didn’t ask why so I don’t understand the reasoning to it), was a sure-fire way to remove any ring stuck on a swollen finger, no matter how badly messed up the knuckle might seem.  Clearly my fingers and knuckles missed this memo.  And now, despite my confidence, I was beginning to realize that I had made a mistake.  Rings were a mistake.  They could become a costly mistake if my fingers decided to continue to impersonate a hot-dog that plumbs up when it cooks.

Thankfully just as the last shreds of my confidence were slipping off, I realized my fingers weren’t swelling any more.  Sure they weren’t going down, but they weren’t getting worse so I reasoned I could just wait it out.  They’d being to return back to their original size and I’d just be able to slip them off.  So that’s why despite being all set for bed I’m wearing my rings, earrings (I couldn’t get my fingers to undo them) and fancy necklace (again, clasps can be hell for me).  So hey, I might not be wearing fancy nightwear, but I’m all jeweled up!


It’s Electrifying

It was all about big hair in the house today.  I mean big, big hair.  No we weren’t reliving the 80s.  We also weren’t living the 60s or rocking beehives.  And no one suddenly developed a need to back-comb hair.

Instead it was a day of big hair thanks to static.  Static in the air because the air is rather dry and just about any movement results in incredible fly-away hair.  Well in the case of the court-footed one, massively static-filled ears.  She could almost take off with how big and pouffy her ears have become.

She isn’t a fan of the big hair or big ears.  Her answer to solve the problem?  Rub her face and ears all over the floor and curtains.  Because it builds up more static.  I guess she is working on the theory that once you’ve reached your maximum level things just sort of deflate.  If it works you will find me rubbing my head on the curtains because I really am not a fan of the fly-away hair.

Of course when we get to the rainy season my hair will hang lank and straight and again I shall complain.  Just as I’m sure the four-footed one will take her limp fur as a bit of an insult.  We will probably yearn for some of the “body” our hair/fur gets with is dry air.  But right now we aren’t thrilled with it.  Shocking isn’t it?

Casually Casual

Beloved made the causal observation today that society has become a little too casual in what is acceptable public behavior these days.  There was a time, he pointed out, when personal grooming habits would never take place in public.  Nowadays we are blessed with watching people shave, do their hair and put on makeup while driving their vehicles.  

Just today he witnessed a person eating cereal while navigating the roadways.  ThIs person, Beloved pointed out, was supposed to be paying attention to the road, not the milk dribbling down his chin.  Of course Beloved was also annoyed because this person was chewing with an open mouth.

He also was blessed to witness another indivudal do some excavating of her nasal cavities.  Granted he did not need to watch this, and yet like a person going past an accident he felt appalled and amazed that someone would do this.  In a coffee shop.  A public coffee shop.  

Between these images and his description of people’s underwear (they were displaying them through holes in sir clothes or low riding pants) I am wondering if maybe we haven’t gotten a bit too casual about causal behavior.   Or am I just getting too old?

Tight Laced

Someone was showing me how spies used to communicate with each other by how they laced their shoes.  It was thought to be a subtle form of communication because how many people would look at how another person laced up his shoes.  Well unless you happened to be an agent, than you might check another agent’s shoes as a form of communication.

I clearly never would have been able to be a spy.  I mean I have issues getting my laces even when I’m lacing my shoes.  I have no clue how I could do the intricate designs required for communication.  With my luck I’d end up accidentally communicating the wrong thing.  They’d probably strangle me with my shoelaces, or perhaps lash me with them.

Lets not even discuss the fact that stealthy is not my middle name.  Not by a long shot.  I may be related to Captain Obvious based on my inability to manage subtly and such.  Basically I’d be the agent who would be wearing a sign announcing who I was, who I was meeting and why.  Knowing me I’d probably be on loud-speaker will communicating with my fellow spy.

It’s probably for the best that I never wanted to be a spy, or learn all the cool ways to lace my shoes.  I’d be wrapped up in my laces with no way to set myself free or let  anyone know what happened!

When The Shoe Fits

I hate shoe shopping, I consider it a necessary evil in life.  Sure some people have walked barefoot enough that the bottom of their feet are kind of the soles of some, shoes.  I happen not to be that kind of person.

So I bought some shoes.  Shoes which should be comfortable and require no breaking in.  I know this because I’ve had these types of shoes before.  Evidently what happened before is not necessarily the rules we operate on today.  You see I wore my nice shoes today and promptly gave myself some charming blisters.  The kind of blisters that have wept and bleed and make walking a rather interesting endeavour now.

I know, I have no one to blame it myself.  I shouldn’t have assumed that shoes would be comfortable enough.  Just because the same type of shoes were kind to me before doesn’t mean they always will be.  So my blisters are yet another lesson or reminder in the dangers of making assumptions.  Because evidently I have not grasped the dangers of making assumptions and acting upon those assumptions.  Or rather I get the concept, however I believe it can’t happen to me.  Until it does and then I want to moan and complain, but about what?  My own decisions?  That seems rather silly to do.  So I will simply tend to my blisters and reassess my feelings around shoe shopping.

Clothing Conundrum

I have a bit of an issue on my hands today.  Someone gifted me with some lovely lounge pants.  A variety of colors and materials me up this lovely gift of several pairs of lounge pants.  The pants themselves aren’t my issue.  Actually that would be easy.

Instead friends the issue I have on my hands is this, can I wear my lounge pants even if I’m not going to be lounging?  Or are lounge pants restricted to lounging or resting?  This could create the awkward moments of having to find a way to quickly change out of my lounge pants into my non-lounging pants.  I mean the rushing around would not be considered lounging so you see, it’s a bit of an issue.

And while we are talking about this stuff, I have some reading socks.  And I must confess sometimes when I put them on, I don’t really consider if I will be reading or not.  Now I admit I do some reading each day so it’s somewhat okay I guess.

But when they tell me what my various clothing items are to be used for, I feel guilty and conflicted.  Because there aren’t any hard fast rules around wearing the clothes for things that are basically off label.  I know when my doctor prescribes me meds for off label purposes there are rules around use extra.  Maybe the designers should consider something like that.  Or at least provide the “technicalities” of this for people like me?  I’m asking for me and my guilty conscience.

Tent-atively Designing

It’s that time of year when, at least if you are a female and are in the Western world, where the media and other women start to remind you that you need to fit into that special dress. No not a wedding dress, but the Christmas party and New Year’s Eve party dresses. You know the kind that tend it fit you just so.

But this year, given my health and because I just don’t want to be bothered with any of that, I’ve decided to wear a tent. I’ve already told Beloved of my plans. If you think about it, there are some very practical reasons for wearing a tent.

First off, a tent will be roomy and comfortable. You really just have to be able to get your head through where you place the post, then you can work with belts or other items to create a certain look. Lets not forget to mention that tents will be forgiving.

Secondly most good tents are waterproof or at least will wick away the water. How many times have you been at one of these lovely affairs only to have someone spill a drink on you? Wearing a tent you have absolutely no worries, the drink will simply roll of your outfit and you can carry on with your merrymaking rather than worrying. At the end of the evening, if it’s raining or there is sleet, no worries because your ensemble is designed to handle this stuff.

Tents come in a variety of patterns and colors so you can have fun finding the perfect look for each party. Because you will have chosen exactly how to wear your tent, you are basically guaranteed no other woman will be wearing what you are. The tent can be very plain allowing your accessories to make the look or the tent can be bold and you can skip the hassle of accessories.

And when you are finished wearing your tent you can use your tent for all sorts of different things. Well besides being a tent of course. But the ideas are endless.

In other, breaking news, Beloved has advised me that we wont’ be attending any parties or such this holiday season.