Was almost late for work today. Got very preoccupied with peeling layers of dead skin off of my legs in the shower this morning. I am the incredible peeling woman. Just call me Onion Woman. Add to that the fact that I've been oddly emotional, and even occassionally teary lately, and the picture is complete. If I had to choose a costume, I would dress myself in a diaphanous gown of layered white chiffon, and twirl my hair up into a green stem. And I would smell like the carmelized onions that I put into the delectable onion soup I made for my father's birthdfay dinner a couple of years back.
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Or, for Camelot or Anne enthusiasts ... the Lady of Shallots.
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