Hanging pictures is a sure sign you’re moved in.
I hung a favorite today and, in so doing, remembered why I don’t do pilates.
The fine print: "He didn't do pilates. Moisturize. Or drink pink cocktails. Your Dad drank whisky cocktails. Made with Canadian Club. Served in a rocks glass. They tasted good. They were effortless."
A good friend of mine is a framewright, or at least he should be. (The word isn’t in the dictionary, lovely as it is, and much more beautiful than the simple “framer.” A wright is a person skilled in the manufacture of wooden object. We have shipwrights and wheelwrights, but alas, no framewrights.) He went to the trouble of finding the ad online, printing it, matting it, and building the frame.
I Never liked Canadian Club.
I don’t do pilates, or drink pink cocktails. So I, too, am Not a Metrosexual. (Wait, it’s not possible for women to be metro, is it?) There’s nothing wrong with moisturizing, however.
Precisely.