I do love where I live. It's a truly beautiful part of Australia. Who'd think we are already having our bushfire preparedness meetings. Yay. Something to look forward to.
Just a couple of photos from today.
(The main road through the forest)
(The forest at the end of my road)
(My road would look more lovely without the bins I forgot to take in.)
(The view from my front door)
(This is my kind of Spring day)
I've been trying for ages to get a decent picture of my purple feet. It's hard as usually, by the time they are bad I'm non compos mentis so grabbing the camera is not high on my 'To Do List'. I think I finally managed an okay one this time. This is after about 2mins with one foot up and one foot on the ground.
No one can ever accuse me of not having a colourful disorder. My cardio always checks my feet when she comes out to get me in the waiting room. I think they are nice and easy indicator on how my health is going. Most days this is just my legs and lower arms. On bad days this will pretty much be my colour from the neck down. Dead sexy.
(Just a hint of purple in my legs)
I mean there is a subtle hint of purple in my legs in my untouched Dorothy Shoes pics. Contrasts nicely with the red of the shoes don't you think? Accessorizing is hard when you look like a giant aubergine. Now if only I could get the eldest rugrat to follow me around with his airbrush as he did in the photos for the actual shoe post.
The purple bloating is something most Bobettes have to contend with. Gravity is a tricky cow for our bodies. I am getting better at ignoring it. Its not going anywhere any time soon, so I might as well embrace it. For the most part it's only when others point it out that I realise how bad it is. I do know it's getting worse as my youngest rugrat now frequently offers to massage my legs. He gets frustrated, as when he finishes one leg and moves onto the next the first one is already well on the way back to Zombieville. But overall denial is a wonderful thing. If I don't think about it doesn't exist right?
Well after that exciting post of nothingness it's time to go and prop my bloated purple feet up the closet wall and enjoy the misty day.
The foggy Michelle.
I was going to add Prince's Purple Rain as my musical interlude as I do love Prince and rain and well purple is my colour, but apparently he's not keen on his vids being on Youtube. So suck it Prince, you're a no go. I'm going with the classic Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix.