Can you tell it’s me? No photoshopping has taken place – look at the beautiful colour of the sky against my pale, pale skin.
Generally I wear a strand of wooden beads around my right ankle – perhaps you can see a faint tan line there. I lost them. Just last week they fell off and I have no idea where they have gone. Certain people in my extended family referred to them disparagingly as hippy beads. It makes me love them all the more. I bought them at the least hippy place on Earth. Everyone else was on a scary ride and I wandered alone carrying all the bags and found them. They have been on my leg for six years. I have started to look for a replacement strand, but it won’t be easy to find something just right.
Why did I take this photo whilst executing a neat yoga position in the middle of the backyard with my dogs kissing my face? I included it in a teeny, tiny book – just 4cm by 5cm. The theme of the book is anonymous. I included two other foot photos and emblazened them with anonymous words that women use to describe themselves – mother, sister daughter. The book came to me via H&B, I took too far long to complete my part (sorry) and it is now on it’s way to Stomper Girl to make her own anonymous contribution.