As the wedding grows closer I am experiencing a heightened awareness of the incredible frequency with which I bang into things. Because I put two and two together and realized that, as I am not wearing a Victorian ensemble (sorry all), some of my bare skin will be visible on the big day (*gasp*).
No, not the good bits. But the bits that I am most prone to scarring/ bruising/ discolouring/ swelling. Shoulders, hands, forearms, elbows. Everything I regularly scrape, thump, bang, tear. And that’s just doing laundry.
I’m not overly fussed about it, but I would really like it if I don’t have a huge shiner going on the actual day: nothing, for instance, that might be accurately described as a “welt”.
But I’m not off to a great start. Today alone? I whacked my forearm on a doorframe, banged my elbow (hard) into a handle, stubbed my toe, and clonked my shin against the counter. And, while non-marring, but a fantastic indication of my lack of body awareness? The pièce de résistance? The part I may regret sharing?
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… I got my hair stuck on flypaper.
Oh. yeah. 🙂