Blisters - Tumblr Posts
scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~
scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife
do you ever think about toes?
I think about toes. I love the bony parts of people's bodies, including hands and feet. The knobblier the better. This lovely pair belong to my friend Lily's boyfriend, who was kind enough to sit still so I could draw them. I'm completely in love with how long his toes are, it's like an extra set of fingers!
Tragically, this one is mine. Those are blisters. If shoes are designed to be worn with socks you really should wear them with socks, as it turns out.
(Yes, I sketched my blisters. What else am I supposed to do after 3 years of art school?)
Yes, yes I sketched my blisters again. Look at the size of that thing! Wouldn't you want to record it for posterity? Originally it was much smaller, but it was on the sole of my foot, so walking around forced the fluid up the side and made it almost three times its original size.
It's weird to look at my toes and realise they've developed in the shape of my shoes. I'd rather have natural ones, I think.
In other news, I am so tired. I've been working a lot more hours at the tea room than I was contracted for. Not that I'm not happy to have more money, but there's a reason I only applied for part-time. We're hiring new people soon, so hopefully then I'll be back to my contracted hours and I'll have time to do drawing again. With any luck the Summer will be over early too this year, so I can stop being in such a bad mood.
The greatest thing about this trip so far has actually been the people we have met. I had imagined that I would spend most nights in my tent somewhere along the road, occasionally paying for a camping spot. And I had to get used to the idea that most of my toilet business would probably be outside.This has not been the case. Not even close.
I have always been bad at asking for help. I don’t mind helping others, but I prefer to “go it alone” when it comes to myself. Whether it be learning, paying for drinks, understanding foreign languages, working on a project, etc… Usually, when I finally ask for help, I am frustrated, defeated and completely boned.
So ever since my first experience of being invited into someone’s home (tak, Birgitte!), and mustering the courage to ask if I could pitch my tent in their garden (because the place I had planned to camp was closed) I have given myself the challenge of asking to sleep in people’s gardens most of the time. So far I have always had a place to sleep if I asked for it, and even better, I have made some fantastic new friends.
I especially have to thank Manuela, Stefan and Jonas, who let me crash at their place for three nights. And crashing is putting it lightly, since after the first night I was pretty much given my own room! We drank red wine and beer(Erdinger Weissbier!), we talked until late in the night, we ate the great food Stefan made and we played minecraft, Kinect games and dart. Even Chanel had a great time, despite the many courting attempts of the family's great black puppy, Bruno. He was constantly rejected, so after a while he contented himself to just sit and pine from afar.
I stayed quite a long time despite my schedule, because my blisters suddenly started to look really serious. I will spare you the graphic details, but suffice to say that I have to come up with a different method to preventing blisters than just plastering them in sports-tape and then walk on.
They're healed now, and I hope to keep them that way. Today I smothered them in a thick creme and no sports tape except for halfway through the hike, when one toe started hurting. Off with the sock, on with some tape to take the brunt of the friction, sock on, and forward. Looking at them now, it seems to have worked, but I will wait a few days before passing judgement. I have been burned before...
The pictures are of Chanel and Jonas playing football, the surrounding area, and a fortune cookie I got with a very accurate message. Also, a very sleepy Chanel.