morning and morning

For suitably shallow discussion I am looking around for a shrug or something. I have this lovely sleeveless dress I bought for the wedding we are going to but I am not going out there in the world showing off my scarred arms. I don't want people to be ill. I also hate having to explain for the millionth time that I have a chronic condition and so that is that. I prefer more sparkling conversation. So yeah I need a shrug. It is proving to be an irritation in terms of searching for something that doesn't cost an arm and a leg and is still attractive. The shrug/cardigan/bolero...whatever should be white, pink or pale green. I think I will go looking around for something today in the shops some more. Because I am that much of a masochist.

I will probably make quiche for dinner tonight since Mr. Jenner requested it.


added: I should also mention that the bride's parents are Tories (if I correctly remember the Father is a councilman of some sort) so I can't look too "out there". I figure I ought to look slightly conservative. Well...as conservative as one can with a dress that has hot pink roses on it.

Facts about me and my clothes.

keever and euphrasie win prizes. I skipped going to the Giant scary Old Navy downtown near where I work because well... it is scary. phunbee used to work there and has nightmare stories. Mr. Jenner had a work-related meeting on the Eastside and while he was doing that I went to Crossroads and their much more mellow Old Navy and I found a three quarter length shrug (well slightly longer than a shrug but shorter than a cardigan) in hot pink and it completely goes with my dress (I will post pictures so you get the idea) and it was dirt cheap. I can take a deep breath. I just need to buy some shoes (I am thinking of getting espadrilles in pale green) and maybe a cute little clutch to match and I will be the hot pink American. I am skipping the hat and wearing a pretty scarf. I am doing this for several reasons. A. I have a big Irish head and fitting me for hats is a chore. A chore I tell you and B. My hair is looking pretty decent these days and I would rather show off my wavy brown hair then get hat-head. Makes sense?

Now some of you have asked, "What is this chronic condition you speak of?" I have mentioned it a bit before but I have Psoriasis. I am incredibly fortunate and have a mild form of it. Just google it and you can find some pretty darn horrifying pictures that will make you grateful for your own looks. I don't encourage any of you to look at the pictures. It will put you off your dinner. To quote thiscantbesoy: "Seriously son!" I just get it on my upper arms and a teeny bit on my lower arms. Once in a great while it will occur on my knees. It doesn't itch it just looks not so pretty and makes me self-conscious.
There are ways of handling it and I am not exactly keen on putting pills in my body to suppress it and also it doesn't really work long term. I am about to start acupuncture to deal with it. Essentially my blood is too warm. (Yes I am hot-blooded) How that manifest itself is that my skin wants to regenerate every three or four days when a normal person would have that every 28 days or so. I have to tan to help it a bit. I spent years staying out of the sun so I wouldn't get cancer and die but it turns out I have to get some sun because my skin needs to slow down and age a little. I have flare ups now and then and that is related to stress. They aren't entirely sure what causes psoriasis but they know it immune-related (the immune system sends faulty signals to the rest of the body) and is related to delayed stress. Essentially my condition is a manifestation of trauma. Which goes back to a whole lotta other stuff. (namely dealing with my Dad, food issues and later on cutting all of which I have mostly sorted out) So I like to joke that people shouldn't harass me because my skin reacts. It is getting better with age. I was nineteen when it first appeared. (a completely crazy period of my life...that is a story for another day) and it was pretty bad. Not scary scary bad but still bad enough and I was incredibly depressed about it which did not help one bit) I went to several doctors about it and some thought food allergies, others...a plain old rash. I figured out what it was and when I told a doctor what I thought it was he told me I was wrong. Turned out I was right. I went to a naturopath and she was the one who finally diagnosed it. So now I am going to get poked with needles in hopes of cooling my blood down.
The most hilarious part is that this is genetic. So as I get older and I sort through all the emotional stress I have faced it gets better. For now I am using fashion to hide it.

Now onto other things.

Mr. Jenner talked me into making quiche so I am. I am also thinking about making banana cake. I haven't made that in awhile.
*taps teeth* So much to do. So much to do.