clammy...

I smell like sour orange.  Zana's pungent scent includes a urine smell and Abe matches me in fermenting fruit fragrance.  We are a flagrantly reeking family.  It is humid, hot and the wind blows dust and dead men's ashes into our living room.  It isn't the best time of year here in our city.  Deodorant doesn't cut it.  My friends carry little hankies soaked in scents to cut out the scent of me and themselves.  It is one survival method.  I carry a hankie too but mainly to swipe sweat and melting makeup off my face and periodically to pick my nose. 

Frankly I feel red (look red), sticky (I am sticky with mango juices from lunch in the crevices of my elbows), smelly (read above paragraph), and all around frumpy.  But everyone looks frumpy and at least I am wearing a bra.  A plus for my dressing skills in the heat but maybe I should go commando like the auntie lying in her store down the gulley sweating out the fast. 

A shot taken in the hot humidity and edited by the AC!