Monday, December 19, 2005

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.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Vilket snyggt nagellack! :)


7:23 AM  
Blogger Curiosa said...

yes, unfortunately the nail polish was just about the only pretty thing about my foot this summer...

8:07 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Vad hände?


9:45 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I knew that I had read you somewhere else under another name. I just couldn't prove it before. =)


3:25 PM  
Blogger Curiosa said...


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.


11:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You do not know me or read me from somewhere else.

Your secret is safe with me.


2:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's safe with me, too. I actually had suspected it for a while now. ;)


12:31 AM  
Blogger Marcus said...

I really dislike feet, and especially toes. Your's look unusually nice tho.

10:41 PM  

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