Izzy heard a rumor that someone in Tripawd land was missing her fashion tips. Well, since her eejit momma has finally gotten Photobucket working again, she decided now is as good a time as any to share.  

Having gracefully - of course - fallen down the entire flight of stairs on Easter morning, I am especially glad to have such an expert at Convalescent Style right here, living in my home. In fact, Izzy was quite keen to supervise my recovery ... or at least the parts that involved me laying on the couch, taking my "pain pills" ... commonly known as Peanut m&ms. Behold, exhibits A and B:

Notice not only the Easter blanket, shown here covering the bruised and battered left shin but the color coordination between bunnies, toenails and broken toe. All in the blue-purple palette. 

Momma mustn't overdose. I will watch closely.

Indeed, supervision of pain meds involved heavy drooling, leading to a wardrobe change. Because momma is a sucker, Izzy got a treat from the Easter baskets as well ...

Blurry, but point made. Easter collar coordinates perfectly with shade of peep. Mission:Accomplished

When convalescing gets tough, the tough find a soft bed and cover their head. And look damn good doing it.

However, some days go better than others ...

Remember, just because you're feeling poorly and taking handfuls of pills at every meal doesn't mean your momma can't put it in a pretty bowl and serve you in bed. In fact, one should demand nothing less!

Moral support is also vital. Get your squad on board. Convalescing in style isn't just for the afflicted, after all.

And of course, the most important part ... the reason for it all ... if you can't feel good, you might as well look good doing it. It's like the old song says, "Smile though your heart (toe/leg/foot) is aching. Smile even tho' it's breaking. When there are cancers in your eye, you'll get by. If you smile through your fear and sorrow, smile and maybe tomorrow you'll get another peep."  Or ... something like that. 😉

SMILE!

Hope you enjoyed the photo stockpile. 🙂 Izzy and I really did fall down the stairs. I was carrying her ... about 20 stitches later, my chin was put back together and I am still black and blue ... well, yellow & brown now (how banana-like) ... but Izzy had just one scratch. I somehow managed to hold on to her and avoid crushing her/breaking any of her remaining limbs.