People in Hong Kong look good. Really good. The women spend several hours applying their impeccable makeup and assembling their multi-layered designer outfits. The men are wearing their skinny jeans or Prada capris or Gucci suits. And me? I'm wearing dirty pants and an old t-shirt. As such, I've never ever gotten a compliment on anything I wear.
That is, until yesterday. Two different people stopped to comment on my accessory - one calling it "pretty" and one wanting to know where I got it. What was it that finally has me on the fashion A-list? My wrist brace:
Yes, I popped a tendon trying to open a jar of pickles. I'm in excruciating pain, but I've finally made it.
Next week I'm going to poke myself in the eye with a chopstick and rock an eye patch. Look for me in the Fashion & Style pages of the South China Morning Post.