This is a somewhat odd, middle of the week post. I don’t usually overshare personal reflections in this blog, but I just came across the article, “New York Women Draw Their Own Boobs” on nymag.com, which amused me. Reading it, I had an immediate flashback to my mom, getting dressed. I don’t know if she would appreciate me sharing this, but she’s not shy about getting dressed in front of her kids, even now that we’re grownups. When she needed to take off or put on a top, for instance, and we happened to barge into her bedroom to ask her something or talk to her, she would just blithely go on doing what she was doing, without self-consciousness, as if it were perfectly natural for her kids to see her naked. And we all got used to it, growing up. It was just mom being mom.
At the beach. ‘nuff said. (Taken with Instagram at The Haven-Seminyak, Bali)
A refined Malbec and candlelight before heading out for some mayhem. 😉 (Taken with instagram)
Jimbaran sunset, day 3 in Bali (Taken with instagram)
Pool at Abi Bali Villa, day 3 in Bali (Taken with instagram)
Bali mojito (made of arak wine) and fear cheese and olive tapas (Taken with Instagram at Melia Bali)
Balinese idol, lobby of Melia Nasa Dua (Taken with Instagram at Melia Bali)