Friday, February 4, 2011

D and I went to his company picnic last Friday. I bought a new outfit and new shoes, shoes with non-rounded toes, with a HEEL, a high heeled pair of shoes. I had to wear them around the house while I worked so they'd stretch a little bit. I love my feet. They are bony and veiny and wide. They look like my hands. My feet and hands are the very same as my Grandpa Hi's, my Grandma Pearl's and my mom's. Except for the color of my eyes, these body parts are pretty much the family legacy. No money, no treasures, just bony body parts.

Okay, because it has been so dark today and I needed a little pick me up and a little light, I went out and took photos of the color in the yard.


  1. I am so glad you have family heirloom feet and hands-- me, too! Whenever I look at my feet and hands, I remember my mother. There's something very comforting about that, like a virtual hand-hold across the decades.
    Your hands and feet look lovely-- great shoes, beautiful ring. Very nice showcase. And your yard color is inspiring. Funny, I'm wearing a scarf the color of your flowers-- it's that kind of day here in Seattle, I guess.

  2. A virtual hand-hold! Thank you so much for that thought-