Today I have been reflecting on the new skills I’ve developed and the old skills I’ve honed this summer.
Top of the list must be, fannying around. Not being a wage slave, driven by the needs of others, working to schedules devised for/by large institutions, has reignited my talent for doing nothing much, but busily. I will need to snap out of that in the next week or two.
I mentioned that I cut my own hair earlier, during that crazy hot spell, and I have to say that the resulting, do, is more than satisfactory. Beginners luck I dare say.
Last weekend I failed to get an appointment to get my ears pierced again. My plan to fully decorate my ears has been delayed for far too long by the lockdown and the subsequent restrictions. The plan still stands.
Ears are an appropriate area for self expression for even the plump, middle aged amongst us, well me, at least, in my opinion.
On my way home after my appointment disappointment, and outrage at the announcement by the piercer/ tattoo artist that there is now a COVID-19 surcharge, I wondered, could I pierce my own ears?
Well, yes I can, yes I have and I will continue to do so.
I may be addicted. I googled, I YouTubed. I bought home ear piercing kits. Who knew they existed? They come in sterile packaging, little contraptions ready loaded with very pointy ended surgical steel studs, and their backs. Clean hands, clean ears, position, squeeze, boom, done. I’ve done all my piercings so far during the commercial breaks in Midsomer Murders. I could have got two items for £5.99 or six for £7.99. As you are aware, I can’t resist bulk buying prices, I just can’t. I know, how many ears have I got? However, I’ll most likely use them all. I’ve used three already.
To put your minds at rest, I won’t even google home dentistry, brain surgery for beginners or self gynaecology. I think that I’m fully loaded, practical skills wise for the moment.

Fat tart! What a genius ♥️
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