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Mar
18
2009
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Shorts, Skorts, and Summertime |
As this week has been full of sunshine and clear blue skies, my mind has been allowed to wander towards thoughts of green grass, warm breezes and tanned skin. Now, the chilly night air reminds me not to get my hopes up too soon as summer in England tends to creep up and hit on random days when you least expect it, then disappear as quickly as it came. However, the mellow spring sun has turned my mind towards a lighter wardrobe and as such, I’ve realized that I can’t really foresee a time in my life that I will ever wear shorts again. This fairly simple revelation came to me earlier today, but it kind of took me by surprise. Sometimes it’s those little thoughts that impact me the most. I’ve come to an age where wearing shorts is pretty much inconceivable. I doubt my legs will ever be as skinny and toned as they were when I was 12, and the cellulite that I’ve had for as long as I can remember has no chance of ever disappearing. Be that as it may, for some reason wearing skirts seems fine, probably because skirts look better at the length that shorts begin to look cheesy and “mom-like.”
So, I’ll now come to terms with the fact that the buying and wearing of shorts is no longer in my future. I think I made my peace with skorts many years ago, so we won’t even go there.