Return to the Concrete Lagoon
It’s 102 degrees in New York City. Air conditioners are whirling on high, blowing hot air out while they cool everyone on the inside. I start to question my no AC in our appartment policy. Live by example, right? I’m paying for that one… in sweat!
Well, so today I felt like going native, again. Okay, when am I not fantasizing about running around wearing sweet warrior gear with a spear in hand? I had a really hard time accepting clothes at all today, and I had to smile appreciatively at everyone I passed who walked down the streets of New York City wearing as little as possible. It’s ‘effin hot!
But my beads were the perfect solution to baring it all. They cover up and let the air through. The gray beads are hand crafted by villagers in South Aftrica, and my shell beads were found in a huge pile at the thrift store. My vintage Indian printed wrap skirt is another item I’ve had so long I can’t even remember where I got it. And I’m again wearing the Dr. Scholls clog floppers. Where’s the swimming hole???