My bucket list is really more like a sand-pail list. It isn’t very big, and it isn’t very serious.
Yesterday, to celebrate my 56th birthday, I emptied one must-do from my pail. I marched into the Bollywood Salon and motioned that I’d like a henna design on my hand! I’m not really sure when I added mehndi to my list of stuff to do before checking out, but I’m guessing it was either watching Monsoon Wedding or reading Sister of My Heart that stirred my desire.
Yes, I motioned. I thought I was clear that I wanted a simple design on the top of my hand. Small. Like a swirl of paisley. Or a flowery medallion. And artist Reshma nodded that she understood. And then artist Reshma proceeded very quickly and tickly to pipe chocolate-colored icing up my wrist, all over my hand, and down my fingers!
Whaddayagonnado?
Laugh, live, and learn, that’s what. And bring a design with you, next time.
Because there WILL be a next time. Shorts and sandal weather will be here soon, and nothing says crazy old lady like a mehndi ankle bracelet!
Namaste, ya’all.
ginnygram 