Bandit sez “Don’t bother me now, some of us need our beauty sleep.”
This is what’s happening. Tons of time. I carry it all on my wrist. My dad’s Rolex, my Cape Cod watch (if you only knew my complicated hateful feelings towards Cape Cod the place, you would understand why the name of this watch bothers me so much), and an upside down Tank Française.
When one is this rich in time, what’s it matter to wear a watch upside down?
Poils is my best Pop-eye imitation of pearls. Today I went all over pearls. Bracelets, necklaces, okay that’s it. But still! Quand même! I got pearls galore. On my wrist is an heirloom goldfish (apparently my autocorrect does not approve of goldish) bracelet, my 30th bday pearls from my honey, and my Cartier tank française from my mom. On my neck I have my pink pearls, more gold heirlooms, and another from the family blue lapis bead and pearl piece.
In 2007 I was wearing this blue and pearl necklace when I was run over by a truck, they cut it off me along with my clothes and scarf, and I figured it was gone. But the paramedics gave it and my other belongings to my dad who took it to a jeweler in his neighborhood, Hutten Jewelers, and Isabelle restrung it better than new. It’s a survivor necklace. Oh and? I really made an effort to not grimace in today’s selfie. How’d I do? Eh is what I thought as well.