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Perils Of Venturing Outside...
Jan. 13th, 2011 09:16 pmToday's lesson is about the perils of being well enough to go outside!
First a photograph, textual representation following:
[Visual description: This is me sitting in my powerchair in my lounge room. I'm wearing a T-shirt that's mostly a very dark grey colour, with small patches of light grey, and what appear to be shiny black skin-tight pants. My glasses are covered in drops of water and my hair is wet and sticking to my scalp. I'm grinning like a very happy person!]
I went out to a craft group today - never been before and had lots of fun, I think I'll go back. It was raining when the group ended but I figured I couldn't get too wet in the ten minutes it would take me to get home. This may have been a slight miscalculation...
Those little bits of light grey colour on my T-shirt, that's my T-shirt's actual colour... the 90% of it that's dark grey is the "wet through" colour. The reason my cargo pants look shiny is they're also glued to me with rainwater, as is my hair. We had to remove all of the bags and other removable bits from my wheelchair afterwards to let them dry off, which they're still doing as I type this.
When I finally dripped my way into the bathroom to get changed, I discovered that even all of my underwear was soaked through. It was really raining quite a lot...
Luckily I'm still new enough to this whole "venturing outside" gig that being soaked to the skin was actually a lot of fun, and it was warm as well as wet.
Oh, and it's a T-shirt my Aunty made for me - it says "DANGER Superhero inside. Do not open." My aunty makes brilliant stuff when I ask her!!
That reminds me that I need to go clothes shopping soon, do any of you locals want to come with me for immoral support? I generally end up hating my body when I go clothes shopping, so having somebody to remind me that clothes designers are idiots helps a lot.
Hugs,
r
First a photograph, textual representation following:
[Visual description: This is me sitting in my powerchair in my lounge room. I'm wearing a T-shirt that's mostly a very dark grey colour, with small patches of light grey, and what appear to be shiny black skin-tight pants. My glasses are covered in drops of water and my hair is wet and sticking to my scalp. I'm grinning like a very happy person!]
I went out to a craft group today - never been before and had lots of fun, I think I'll go back. It was raining when the group ended but I figured I couldn't get too wet in the ten minutes it would take me to get home. This may have been a slight miscalculation...
Those little bits of light grey colour on my T-shirt, that's my T-shirt's actual colour... the 90% of it that's dark grey is the "wet through" colour. The reason my cargo pants look shiny is they're also glued to me with rainwater, as is my hair. We had to remove all of the bags and other removable bits from my wheelchair afterwards to let them dry off, which they're still doing as I type this.
When I finally dripped my way into the bathroom to get changed, I discovered that even all of my underwear was soaked through. It was really raining quite a lot...
Luckily I'm still new enough to this whole "venturing outside" gig that being soaked to the skin was actually a lot of fun, and it was warm as well as wet.
Oh, and it's a T-shirt my Aunty made for me - it says "DANGER Superhero inside. Do not open." My aunty makes brilliant stuff when I ask her!!
That reminds me that I need to go clothes shopping soon, do any of you locals want to come with me for immoral support? I generally end up hating my body when I go clothes shopping, so having somebody to remind me that clothes designers are idiots helps a lot.
Hugs,
r
