Some time just before Christmas, I lost my old lady brassiere. That’s my affectionate term for my plain beige bra. Every girl needs one of these rather boring undergarments, which I believe would have been called “serviceable” had it existed a hundred years ago. An old lady brassiere is like toast. Sort of brown, rather…
Category: Meandering to the Beat of My Own Cowbell
Summer in January?
I went out to my physiotherapy appointment this morning in a tank top, jeans, and a sweater. It was like a vision of the spring to come, and it’s pretty much unbelievable. This is Alberta in January, usually a long, dark, month of brittle cold, and here we are with bright blue skies and above-freezing…
Blue Speckled Pup 