Daily Prompt: The Remainders of the Nail Varnish

Crazy Horse Nail varnish
I think of nail varnish and I think of a picture we had at home, framed by Mr. Swiss. It arrived in my household with Mr. Swiss and somehow disappeared from the apartment decorations over the years, so I asked where it was. He disappeared for a few moments in the cellar and returned withe the missing composition.

As you can see its origins were in 1965 when I was still in England and our paths had not yet crossed. The entire work is made of nail varnish: not that Mr. Swiss actually used it, but he worked in the office of a company somewhere in the depths of Switzerland that produced nail varnish.

It seems that the big containers holding the nail varnish production were emptied into smaller bottles and a certain amount of nail varnish was spilt. This was caught on cardboard sheets placed on the floor, so Mr. Swiss decided it was a good idea for something to hang on a wall. He did not actually mix it himself, it was all coincidence. His only artistic touch was to rescue the cardboard sheet and put a frame around it.

It still has the feel and touch of the nail varnish when I run my fingers over it. Some parts are smooth, others rough, and there are some interesting patterns woven into the mixtures. There is a crazy horse somewhere in the picture, more by luck than judgement and it is very abstract. The picture is now just over 60 years old, but a memory of our first days together, because it arrived with Mr. Swiss. I am glad he found it again in the cellar and am now thinking about where to hang it on a wall

So ladies do not throw away your nail varnish, it might be useful one day.

Daily Prompt: The Remainders of the Nail Varnish

Good Morning


It is a dark and dismal morning, the only illumination is from my computer. Outside it is raining. The mist withdrew yesterday afternoon at last and we even got blue skies. The only action are a few building workers who are still hovering around. Mr. Swiss saw them with a large plan that they were studying. Perhaps they were thinking about what they could do next year.  I will be glad when they have disappeared forever, but they do not seem to want to go.

Yesterday we had a small/big problem with our online shopping list. Someone managed to erase the link on my iPhone. This meant that there was no connection and we were not amalgamating our wishes on two iPhones. The problem at the moment is that when we arrive at the supermarket I walk around with the trolley and Mr. Swiss sits on a bench for a while as he has back problems and I am on my own. I do not really mind doing it alone, as I do tend to do my own thing, but I need the combined list. We spent at least an hour yesterday afternoon repairing the damage. It is one one of those things that you easily forget how to do it, when you do not often do it.

I lost my patience as it was working from my phone, but not from the other. Now and again we made a fresh start, and by some telephone miracle it suddenly worked. We are online together again. Yes, I know, the problems of a cyber golden oldie. This was the famous week-end shopping list, and no items must be forgotten.

Cheese Fondue

We even ran out of ideas for feeding time, but someone had the brilliant idea of a cheese fondue on Saturday evening. It is handy to do, because I do not compose or make it myself. It comes in a neat paket in the supermarket with all the ingredients (cheese and  white wine) and all you have to do is slowly heat it. Afterwards it sits on the table and cooks itself. I quite like it, but you have soon had enough. When you are finished there are the crispy burnt remains at the bottom of the pot to scrape out and the whole home smells of cheese.

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On our last trip to the supermarket I noticed these window decorations in  one of the local shops dealing with various flooring. It is quite well done, as behind the christmas decorations the window shows designs from our local town.

Otherwise we are living a boring life at the moment with no big action. I hope to get out today and enjoy a tour of the supermarket with all its thrills.

I noticed a couple of days ago a report in the newspaper that Cristine Keeler had passed away. She was a few years older than me. Who was she? She was the call girl that almost brought down the british government by sleeping with John Profumo, a british minister, and a russian diplomat at the same time. It was the early sixties and politics were sensitive about such things. This young lady was in the headlines and she was really nothing special, except for her good looks perhaps. Her pimp was a Harley Street doctor, who ran a chain of call girls, Stepen Ward, who eventually committed suicide after everything was discovered and featured in the daily newspapers. There was a lot more to it, but I remember the events of the day. The news was full of it. She later dropped into oblivion, and now she has gone, but it did warrent a headline in a British newspaper, one of the news stories I never forgot.

And now I will disappear into oblivion with my vacuum cleaner and my trip to the supermarket. Have a good day and do not despair, I will be back.

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