week of feet

I'll admit it, my feet got tired of being photographed and a little disgruntled about having their every move documented. So my feet put on their slippers, kicked back and left the rest of my body parts to get on with it.

My head then took its turn. It remembered the cowboy hat my hands had stolen from a friend in Chicago. It also remembered the terribly catchy songs my friend Miss Prada used to make my ears listen to.  My head donned the hat, sang the songs and let my hands pretend they they could play the ukulele. Fortunately, my ears were covered by the hat. Phew.