Never mind the tree, what do your hands say about you?
Mine are often pink, blue or even grey.
But, one is garnished with a Cartier ring.
Yes, people, because Mr Fascinata can't see his way fit to buy a blood diamond.
So Cartier's conflict-free stone is it.
And having lived himself in Africa,
would rather wear a CZ than the other option.
People, who am I to disagree?
I think I've got one of the hardest working Cartier's in the world, though.
It sees chicken wire, glue and paints on a regular basis.
Today's pink hands are the fault of these,
A stunning gift from a colleague.
Look at those centres.
Paint them, draw it.
No sooner had I got them home, was I dyeing
a batch of silk and lace.
Trying to emulate a peony Flora-One-of-a-Kind.
We'll see how it goes.
Tomorrow, I've invited myself along to a puppet show, organised by a grand lady of ninety-one
years young, who also owns the puppets. Some of them have been
around for a long time, too.
I can't wait!
I'm fascinated by puppetry and its frippery.
Stay creative and happy.