Good Morning Lads and Lasses!
I am notorious for being terrible at “x of the y” posts. I work alot, I sleep alot, I rarely have anyone to take a decent photo of me, and (outside of business) I am just generally unreliable.
Things get in the way, you see? Worked too late on date night; things got in the way, darling. I couldn’t fall asleep, so I took another sedative and slept through most of the weekend; I’m so sorry I missed your call, my friend. Things got in the way.
I notice this, this pile up during certain phases of my internal workings. When I let life carry me along instead of going my own way and tugging my life behind me. Sometimes I let it go long, as it is a soothing sort of malaise. Sometimes I straight bang it in the nose and “Figure Things Out”.
Today I figure things out. Today I bring you homework, in the form of lovely polka dots! I have always been in love with nail lacquer and last night I decided to do a bright and bloody manicure to shock my mood. I am wearing Orly’s Goin’ to the Chapel and have layered over it Black Cat’s Trinity.
I know, it is a bit haphazard. A bit crooked. I have nailpolish on my thumb’s skin. But those are DOTS! Bright, dancing, red and silver and black DOTS! It looks a party on my fingers; even if taken with a camera phone lens.
Some would argue that this is not a good example of the true polka dot. Some would say that it must be something that looks like below:
And I do own that. Not that exact shirt, but one similar.
Patterns are one of the best mood brighteners in the world. Whenever I feel poorly in one way or another, I find my loudest pattern and wear it–even if I go nowhere but around the Hovel. It lights me up and it seems rather trying to even attempt to be a gloom cookie in the right outfit.
What do you have that is polka dots??