A short saga explaining the dearth of charming pictures from our little corner of the world.
Yesterday I was in the middle of making my Dr. Dukan breakfast. (You know the one: the chaff of wheat and oats, one egg and a tablespoon of zero fat yogurt?). Everything was fine until I couldn't find the oat chaff.
An aside, because this is a blog about style after all: at the time I was wearing nicely fitting navy blue joggying pants and a white Marcel (what else?), my feet were bare, but toenails polished of course. In an instant I realized the six pound sack of chaff must have been forgotten in the car so I slipped on the sandals next to the front door that were there to remind me to take them to Mr. Cotte, my shoe man, to have no-slip soles put on them.
Now, I literally dash out of the house toward the car, I'm quite hungry at this point, whereupon I am suddenly airborne. Down go my knees on the driveway, then my hands and the rest I cannot understand or figure out. Somehow I twisted my body to the left, thus completely scrapping my bare left arm (remember I'm wearing my Marcel) and then my face hit the gravel and kept on sliding -- in short, I'm a mess.
Lots of teeny bits of gravel to pick out of my face, arm and hands, but here is the worst part: I am supposed to stay out of the sun for the rest of the summer if I don't want a scar above and below my eye. Two solutions were recommended as delicate compromises: a big sun hat, the highest possible sunscreen on the area and no swimming pool swimming for a week or so because of the chlorine. (It was even suggested the best choice would be an indoor swimming pool. Hello?)
I do not own a sun hat -- yet. Have the sunscreen and am at the moment popping Arnica Montana like bonbons. FYI -- don't want this post to be a total waste of your precious time -- Arnica Montana is highly recommended before and after facelifts and other little touch-ups of the same genre to minimize bruising and swelling. Immediate purchase on today's agenda, arnica gel.
Next week I'll photograph the geese near the pond in our village, but to do so this week would have involved climbing a small hill and you can imagine I really, really was not in the mood.
Have a wonderful, sunny (teardrop), fun-filled weekend.
A demain. xo