The Swedish Flag
It seems when stuck at home on one's mother's couch with a broken foot, the search for a creative outlet cannot be stifled, especially when one is longing for the blissful and fading days of the Swedish summer.
An "under-the-covers" investigation of the strong, silent, nordic type
8 Comments:
Vilket snyggt nagellack! :)
/Mia
yes, unfortunately the nail polish was just about the only pretty thing about my foot this summer...
Vad hände?
/Mia
http://mias.blogg.se
I knew that I had read you somewhere else under another name. I just couldn't prove it before. =)
//Fraksson
Fraksson,
Do I know/read you from elsewhere? I'll trust you with my secret.
Mia, I got in a car accident last summer and had to have surgery on my right foot...lots of metal in there now. Recovery is slow but steady, but I'll be seeing the physical therapist for a while longer.
Curiosa
You do not know me or read me from somewhere else.
Your secret is safe with me.
//fraksson
It's safe with me, too. I actually had suspected it for a while now. ;)
~Sandy
I really dislike feet, and especially toes. Your's look unusually nice tho.
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