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Originally Posted by Fea
I assign sunburn. An unexpected art class critique taking place out of doors and a picnic lunch as insisted by friends while having completely forgotten the use and beauty of sunblock has my, as entitled by the same friends, "porcelain" skin... very pink.
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Heartily seconded. I couldn't stop panicking inside when I saw my shoulders turned red after forgetting to put on sunblock...and who told me to wear a sleeveless blouse?
It's especially painful (not physically) since, for some reason, I'm quite obsessed with staying as fair-skinned as I can be. Ask Nilp. I can't help but frown whenever I compare the part of my arms facing away from my torso to that facing inward. The colors are so different that I feel like a streamlined orca. I really really can't see myself sporting a tan; I'm sure I would not recognize myself in the mirror when it comes to that.
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Originally Posted by Zali
Hey Lhuna--I just see bad hair days as good hat days. I have a lovely bright orange hat that I wear when my hair gets bad...it's just about my favorite accessory!
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I know...but you see, I'm not so much of a hat person. I love the feeling of my hair covering my face.
Moving right along...
I assign the times I feel that my will is strong but my body is weak. My arms, specifically. It was just a matter of holding the rocks as tight as I can manage without going overmuch, and then reaching up and holding another...but this time I just couldn't. I had barely climbed my own five-foot-two height up the wall when I started to feel my forearms burn, and no matter how much I wanted to go further up my arms were crying out to me in agony. So what could I do?
Maybe it's my fault for hanging for 42 seconds before the climb.
Also, I assign long nails - my own this time. I love them, but how they impeded my climbing. And how dirty they look with all the chalk stuck under them.