One word: Deodorant

This day consisted of photographing, listing new work in my Etsy shop and shipping for an eternity. The photo above shows what part of my shipping load looked like today. It was kind of brutal, but I survived it. What I did not survive, however, was the long wait in line at the post office. I stood for approximately 15 minutes in a crowded and hot room, wedged between a teenage girl who was wearing her fanciest pair of pajamas and a man who looked like a cross between Wayne Newton and the Godfather. That wasn't the bad part. The horrendous scent of body odor that filled every nook and cranny of the room and my lungs was the bad part. This is the third time within a week that I have encountered people with BO so strong that not only did it bring tears to my eyes but it put me in a headlock, punched me in the stomach a few times and laughed as I laid on the ground gasping for air. Did I miss the memo stating that deodorant was no longer fashionable? Is bathing suddenly passé? Is it now acceptable to walk around smelling like a mixture of compost, raw onions and death? I for one will balk this trend and carry on with my clean, fresh as a daisy ways. I hope all of you will join me. :)

Thankfully I was lucid enough when I got home to open up a Christmas card from my grandparents. Every year my very talented grandmother, Shirley Geller, creates a card for the holidays using one of her original pen and ink drawings. I think she outdid herself this year with this fabulous peacock (and little friend). Isn't it just wonderful? I would love to have this design printed on a t-shirt or, better yet, tattooed somewhere. I think I might be due for some new ink.... :)