Another bruise, same shin. Bruise on the bum where I backed into the sharp corner of a table, can't confirm that by looking just by hurties. I didn't need to climb the ladder to dust the glass balls hanging from the ceiling not when the chandeliers look like set dressings on the Addams Family. It just confirmed that I shouldn't be allowed near a ladder at any time.
To hide the bruises I thought I should get out the black stockings and the new black garters I made last winter. Yes, I wear garters. No company yet has made pantyhose that reach halfway to my crutch let alone my waist. I buy thigh high stay-up stockings which just reach the knee and for winter, thick stockings that I cut the hose off the panty. And use garters. Except I can't find them.
I must have put them away so carefully after one of my riotious nights out on the booze. Oh yeah, there you are, still wrapped in my sheer black stockings, stuffed into my good shoes which I've put in their shoe bag. I have shoe bags. I wore them last...... sometime in12 months, give or take a week or two.
I really have to get a life.