My Color Story.
Yes, it's true I have a broken kneecap and broken wrist, but that doesn't mean I can't find a little joie de vivre! I've asked myself what would a French woman do in my predicament and I realized--why, she would turn it into an opportunity to make a fashion statement.
Luckily, my doctor agrees!
Dr. B. said I could have my choice of colors for my cast.
How very French!
Looking at my choices, I was reminded of the macarons in Paris:
I decided I would like a hot pink cast.
Everyone has asked me how do I keep my spirits up when I'm hobbling about in crutches and mostly confined to the bed. Well, I read, I write, I blog, I daydream, I sleep, I learn the art of patience and I've turned this unexpected event into a Secret Garden. And while it's been quite and ordeal, I remain undefeated! I vow I will dance again!