I went to bed last night with the a sore tummy and the tell-tale beginnings of what I knew would prove to be a few days of... let's call it "discomfort."
I awoke this morning feeling much the same way and thought, "Hrumph, what an inauspicious start to my weekend." Okay, what I really thought was, "Feh!"
I was prepared to feel sorry for myself for at least 72 hours.
It's evening now and I'm feeling much, much better.
Is it because of the Paramol and Nurofen cocktail I've been using all day to nurse my pain? Nope.
Is it the fact that my Amy Butler Nolita knitting bag arrived by Parcel Force (at a ridiculously early hour) this morning? Uh-uh.
It's because of these:
(a lá Carrie Bradshaw) Ooh... Hello, Lover!
These lovely little darlings are my very own custom-made, one-of-a-kind earrings from the immensely talented and beautifully-natured Jennifer Morris.
Here's another view:
Aren't they gorgeous? I mean really, really gorgeous?!
I've been wearing them all day.
I am wearing them now.
They swing and sway gently as I move and, despite the size of the beads, are surprisingly light. I can hardly tell I'm wearing them.
They make me smile every time I catch my reflection.
Thank you, Jennifer, for making me so happy that I almost don't need the tablets.
You know, almost...