Despite their marshmallow delight I don’t wear these stockings much. You can see my leg hair through them unless I put them on ve-ery carefully, and even then sometimes, and that’s bothered me. It’s not bothering me today and maybe it won’t again, so perhaps this will be the year that they get the outings they deserve. I changed to a summer hat because I found it being squashed under many socks, and why not? A hat is a hat, even imperfectly matched to the season.
Last night and this morning I read a book I’ve forgotten the title of, but which was effectively “not John Constantine”. Jack Nightingale, the guy’s name was. It was pretty good, I liked the lead, and it was spooky. Not an author completely comfortable talking about race.. but no slurs or stereotypes. There was a character in the Metropolitan police called “Superintendent Chalmers”, and I am torn between really? A Simpsons joke? and wondering if it was just an accident. Neat website, though.
But I bring this up because there were a lot of inverted crosses and such. I am not so keen on using other people’s symbols for my own purposes but I like the simplicity of inversion, so I pinned up my skirt with an upside-down flower.
I wonder what THAT means?