Two nights ago I painted downstairs for about hour. After that, while I was cleaning up the oil paints, I picked up the soda I’d ignored, took a swig, and felt something shift on my head.
I suddenly remembered that on the way downstairs, my hands were pretty full with some painting supplies, so when I had to take down the tiara as well, I just jammed it on my head.
I had painted for almost an hour in my tiara, oblivious.
The odd thing is that Gary came down halfway in, said hello, saw me painting in my tiara, and didn’t comment on it.