Two nights ago I painted downstairs for about hour. After that, while I was cleaning up the oil paints, I picked up the soda I’d ignored, took a swig, and felt something shift on my head.
I suddenly remembered that on the way downstairs, my hands were pretty full with some painting supplies, so when I had to take down the tiara as well, I just jammed it on my head.
I had painted for almost an hour in my tiara, oblivious.
The odd thing is that Gary came down halfway in, said hello, saw me painting in my tiara, and didn’t comment on it.
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Transporting a tiara on your head because your hands are full: makes perfect sense.
Forgetting about it for a couple of hours while painting: unfortunately, also makes perfect sense.
(at least that means the tiara is pretty comfortable?)
KC – It is comfy. And I was surprised, because about two hours into the opera it became almost as painful as screw-in earrings.
Ouch! I wonder if it was a positioning issue on Opera Night – sometimes the comfortable place on the head to wear something is not the aesthetically ideal place to wear something… Or if it just has a “two hours, and then I go off duty and if I don’t go off duty, you will be punished” working-hours limit with the Guild of Fancy Stuff?
KC – much as I like the idea of a labor union for tiaras, it’s more likely that I developed invisible callouses like you do with new eyeglass frames.