I'm having a bad hair day, so here's my Saturday self-portrait: a picture of the seat of my pants. And the words: some things I don't cut up, they just fall apart or wear down. Actually I wanted to find meaning in maintenance for you and write about it, but as I took the picture here, I was struck by how exceedingly difficult it is to take a picture of the back of myself; have fun with your fantasy of me on a Saturday with no kids pretending to get work done in the office, aiming an iphone at my backside. Taking a picture in reverse is even harder than actually seeing my back, so wouldn't it be time to just look forward? And with meaning in maintenance I mean to say, how wonderful it is to have a financial crisis upon us because I saw some beautiful old items of clothing walking down the street today and I'm telling you they were not new, but dug out of the deepest recesses of women's closets. I will now walk forward to my closet to go in reverse stylishly. Have a good weekend!
"Can you say crak-a-lakkin whoop? This blogger is a whirlwind. Whenever I need an extra shot of energy, she's the one. Single mom in Switzerland snips and sews. But watch out for her bite." Christine Gerber-Rutt
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She used to run a play-group, but she ate all the kids and kept two. These days Mrs Crocodile is shedding her skin and coming of age as a single mom in Switzerland, which is an island somewhere between here and 40...
"Mrs Crocodile grabs life by the fingers, dresses it up with a pair of dangly earrings and delicious shoes and dances away down the cobblestone street. Join her if you can." Christine Gerber-Rutt