I'm surprised I can even walk, given how many times I fall on my knees. Yesterday, Fourth of July, one glass of Chardonnay in, I ate it all over my sister's new gazebo. It was impressive, actually, I managed to drag out my fall several feet from the gazebo to the fence and bruise myself from the right side to the left. One look at my right hand, where my knuckles scraped across something, and you might think I'd been in a fight. A look at my left leg, where a bulbous growth of swelling has formed, and you might think I had a ghastly tumor. But all is well, I survived, and my ego is bruised worst of all. Dad was there to whisk the glass out of my hand, which I had filled to the rim before the fall, but now I was wearing the white wine like glitter to a rave -- all over.
Anyhoo, I have a few pics here, some of the many I am still going through to post. Here is one of me, taken by Ellen, fabulous photographess. The moon is behind me, and we were sitting in the car, getting drunk and eating cheese while our men stood outside at the beach called Squibnocket. Because M.s. was taking a long exposure in the dark, we had to turn the lights off in the car. Which we thought was really funny, because we were drinking. So here's the pic:
Here's a good image of my new hat, purchased just for M.s.'s opening at the Granary Gallery. Ellen informed me the day before she arrived on the island that she had just seen my hat in the Brad & Angelina issue of W Magazine. She thought this was cool, and I was just pissed that someone else was wearing my hat before I debuted it. Alright, so I wasn't that pissed.
And, prior to that evening shot of my hat, M.s. took this pic of me standing outside the gallery before his show:
Now I need to take a pill or something to help this day 2 swelling go down. Or maybe I should just take pictures of all the pretty colors my body can make when it's hurt.