On the red dot, to be more precise. I know I shouldn't have had these pics taken with a big zit right smack on the center of my nose, but I just wanted to share what I did and wore yesterday.
Heck, some people wouldn't even go out of their house. But it was family day and I really wanted to see my nephew (my parents' first grandchild).
No amount of hiding would have spared me the shame (not that I have much of that to begin with).
I couldn't slice it off with the triple-razor necklace I made just that morning (which I, by the way, still sell).
Looked the other way and tried to throw my voice, ventriloquist-style.
Tee, Folded & Hung
Cargo pants, Izzue
Orange braided belt, A.P.C.
Traditional cloth bag from Bangkok
Made tapping sounds with my lovely new-old sneaks I thrifted last Saturday to complete the ruse.
Poor Whiskey thought there was a hot cat on the tin roof.
Then I tried clinking the stainless steel razors for further distraction.
The necklace, by the way, also has a name: Dirae, one of the names of the Furies in mythology.
But it only took hard-to-please Whiskey, who on the record has yet to allow me to pet him, less than a minute to look away in disinterest.
Anyway, as I was saying: Sunday. I felt thrilled to finally see my sister's son, who was so small and fragile. He was smiling in his sleep, toothless.
I noticed his long and slender fingers, which my Dad said meant that he would be an artist. You know how happy first-time grandparents are: prophesying like fairy godmothers.
My feelings shifted from sentimental to possessive, imagining what it would be like to be the little baby's godfather.
Remembering my own childhood, I wouldn't want to impose anything. My thoughts didn't even have a chance to race ahead and imagine a career for my nephew.
I was still a bit stunned by the miracle of life. Big words, I know. Like hope, and love, and faith. All there in Elion's cradle.
In any case, he will grow up to have a mind of his own. One day to decide what to do with the miracle of life.
Before we know it, the baby will grow up into a kid and then into an adolescent cursed with zits.