Ten things I like about me # 9

I like my skin. It does an excellent job of separating the inside from the outside, making me a much neater package on the whole. And it comes with the added benefit of all these nerve endings. I can feel sunshine. I can feel kitten fur. I can feel DH's warmth beside me. I can feel the whole, entire gamut of fibers, from baby alpaca to churro to tow. I can smoosh a handful of slinky rayon, or pet a deep plush velvet or rub my cheek against a baby belly. On a sticky hot day, I can jump into a cold river. Wah hoo! Thank you skin!

My skin is translucent. I've had great fun with a flashlight in the dark. Put the flashlight into my mouth and puff up my cheeks and freak out the other kids. Eerie! Hold the flashlight against my outspread hand. X-ray cool.

My skin tells stories. It has scars and age spots and wrinkles to remind me of lessons I've learned. It doesn't fit quite as snugly as it used to, but hey, I stretch out a bra in about a year. I've had my skin for over five decades. Where else are you going to get a foundation garment that will last that long?

Are you comfortable in your skin?

Meanwhile, some desultory knitting has gone on. I made a quick hat with little ears.

In my quest to become a better photographer, I thought maybe I should dress the photo a bit. My photographer's assistant felt she knew just what the picture needed. Everything is better with a kitty.