kissing a lot of frogs (and loving it)
MY, MY, HOW TIMES HAVE CHANGED. Four months ago I was wearing Max Mara and living in fluorescent light most of the day. Today at 1 p.m. I was mucking out water gardens in the sun, and refitting plumbing gaskets. The outfit: my pajamas, covered by a pair of work pants I got for 25 cents at a tag sale 19 years ago, and vinyl surgical gloves. Perfect for pulling slime (aka string algae) and putrid rotted leaves out of the pools, while my boyfriends looked on disinterestedly. All nine of them (all just like this hunk I’m reaching out to grab). Handsome, huh? Heaven, huh?