I peered at my veins and — oh, no!! — they looked green. Just as I'd embraced my inner chill and all.
But it was night time and our lamplight is yellow.
So I tried holding my wrist under a white (presumably neutral) light and photographing it. This is what it looked like.
That's blue . . . I think . . .
And now it's morning — here are my veins in the clear (snowy) light of day:
Jeepers. Have I even got any veins? They don't look powerful like the ones in the photo from Pinterest.
Maybe I shouldn't be wearing any clothes at all. Maybe it doesn't matter. I can feel myself ceasing to care. Maybe I should be thinking about World Peace and concentrating on doing some housework.
I could show you my varicose veins. Or . . . maybe not.
Oh, but — wait — you have to have your hand dangling down not held up, don't you? So the blood all falls down and the vein shows up. Let me try that . . . there!
Is that green or blue? I haven't got the faintest idea. Oh, bugger it, I'll wear what I like.