|skirt worn as dress, cardigan : Forever 21 :: scarf: Urban Outfitters|
clogs: Target:: belt: thrifted
These past few days have been way too hot for me, in more ways than one. Obviously, the temperature has gone up again, and Illinois is blessed/cursed with sweaty, muggy days and uncomfortable, sleepless nights. Yesterday, during a brief moment of cool in the morning, I asked my fon fon ru to pick whatever jalapenos he could find in the garden. I was feeling quite ambitious and wanted to preserve as many as I could to use later in the year.
He came back from my garden with 10 or so HUGE jalapenos, and I set about to the arduous task of dicing them. The idiot that I (sometimes) am, I sliced gloveless, and the capsaicin from the peppers slowly but surely worked its way under my dermis. An hour later, my left hand felt like it was burning, though cool to the touch. I spent the next 5-6 hours immersing my hand in various liquid concoctions:
1. milk and baking soda
2. water and baking soda
4. half and half
5. vegetable oil
I finally ran out of most of these items and settled for milk. Half a gallon later, my hand felt much better. But by that time, most of the day had whittled away, laughing at my misery.
The lesson of this story, kids, is WEAR PROTECTION. Because if you don't, you'll be living in hot agony. Unless you live by water. Oh, have I been longing for the sea.