It wasn’t till I was sitting down waiting for lunch, that I realised I was wearing a white sweater. Big mistake! For me, a plain white top is like an open invitation welcoming anything to be spilt on it. I remember my mother’s practical advice of sticking to clothes that had busy patterns and several colours which would hide most small stains. Her words of wisdom must have penetrated deeply into my subconscious, for one glance at my wardrobe, and not one solid coloured garment could be found. Instead I had an array of busy prints infused with a myriad of colours. Looking at this kaleidoscope of colours, I reminded myself in future to perhaps buy a piece of clothing in a solid colour. Practical or not, it’s about time for a change hence a new sweater was purchased.
Likewise, I find as soon as a clean cloth is put on our dining table, I know that something will be spilt on it at the very next meal. Call it Murphy’s Law, or blame it on the Parkinson’s, every tablecloth in this household seems to cry out for colourful spots and stains. My cookery books display an equal amount of food colourings from various spills over the years. It’s easy to tell which are my favourite books and which pages contain the most successful and loved recipes from the sheer amount of spots and greasy finger marks.
Last night my husband and I attended a yearly Gaucher Conference for patients and I decided to wear a new sweater that is a solid pale blue colour. Lovely I thought, till at dinner, (you can probably guess!) I lost grip of my plate and the food in one swoop went sliding off onto the table, on my sweater and landed on my lap! How did I manage this so gracefully, and in a room full of people? Well I say “blame it on the Parkinson’s!”