Expression of Love in Sail Cloth or One Day on Crutches is One Day Too Long

Mr. Lipstick, my singer/songwriter, master carpenter-turned-lawyer husband can do anything. It's totally true. I'm not even making that up.

Take for example this contraption. We lovingly, laughingly...loathingly called it the L.E.S. Full name: The Pottery Barn Style-inspired Leg Elevation System. Here it is.

Notice the sail cloth (which came from an old pillow, but whatever) and those beautiful creases. The black strap (from a long since discarded duffle bag) which held my leg in place just may be the piece de resistance of the whole invention. Dare I say it...form following function. I can't even tell you how much I squealed with delight at the sail cloth though.
[By the way, notice the Veranda magazine which snuck into the edge of the picture. I became completely addicted to this magazine upon first viewing and immediately subscribed. I like Traditional Home and I love Architectural Digest. I tolerate House Beautiful. I delight in Elle Decor. Veranda is definitely my new crush, and I find myself looking at those pages as much as I do Architectural Digest.]

I was in dire need of this crazy invention because the day after Christmas I had surgery on my troublesome ankle. My surgeon removed a flap of detached scar tissue and a bone spur. This was me until a few days ago.

The only redeeming quality about this outfit was my pink Uggs. Well, more accurately...Ugg. I fell in love with those bows.

I had to keep my leg propped sky high to stay out of pain (along with taking those blessed narcotics), but any time it fell from the pillows I would wake up in tears. Literally. Mr. Lipstick built the above device to keep my leg propped up and in place. It took him hours to get the height and angle just perfect. He (and it) were a godsend. I didn't wake up in pain one more time. Sigh...I love my Mr. Lipstick.

Thank goodness the crutches are gone. I'm undergoing physical therapy now and although it hurts, I can tell that my ankle is better. Still in an ortho boot. No pretty shoes yet. My day is coming though. Baby steps.

I'm still on leave from work too. I miss everyone. I feel isolated being at home all the time. I'm excited to return. I'm terrified too. It will take months for my ankle to be 100%. Baby steps.

While I've been on recovery assignment, it has become glaringly obvious to me that I don't watch tv. At all. My only favorite new show True Blood is, well, let's be honest, a little too, ahem, naughty to stare at for hours and hours and days and days. I've long since given up on anything else I used to watch and so that left what I used to watch a really long time ago. Friends.

Turns out the pilot aired in 1994 which doesn't seem all that long ago unless you do the math and realize that was a staggering 18 years ago. Monica's first portable phone has a giant retractable antenna and none of them have cell phones. That looks more outdated that all those floral prints, pleated pants, and Rachel's hair. If you find that you don't remember some of these things, just check out Nick@Nite. A month's worth of Friends airs every night. I have to admit that I enjoy it all as much now as I did the first time around. I am re-addicted.

And finally....
Thank you, dear readers for staying here. I am immensely grateful.