Today I went shopping at the thrift store. I tried on about 15 pair of shorts and capris, looking for something that a) covers my thighs b) does not make said thighs look gargantuan and c) can be worn around people who eat spaghetti with their hands. I looked longingly at several pair of blinding white capris, but I don't live in denial. I cannot wear white. Especially white pants.
Maybe you're saying, Oh, because of your kids... no, because of me. I have spent most of my life advertising my last meal on my clothes. Just me, pre crud-wipers. I am a wee bit of a klutz. Maybe you have always noted my gazelle-like grace and now you are in shock and disbelief. Yes, I drop stuff. EVERY day. Food, clothes, valuables, especially dishes. I break a dish maybe once a week. So yeah, I tend to spread food around a little. I imagine, if I bought that gorgeous solid white tank with eyelet lace, I would manage to stain it before I even got home from the store, while it was still in the bag. ((sigh))
I love white. But we will e'er be star-crossed.
Oh, and if you are my friend or my sister, and you have sleek perfectly highlighted hair, and perfect nails, and you wear white pants, I don't dislike you. I just look wistfully on, the way I imagine a penguin would watch a giraffe, wishing he too could fetch leafy greens from the sky....
I really appreciated this from one penguin to another...
ReplyDeletewistful penguins.....great post
ReplyDeletewell said. :)
ReplyDeletei am developing my own new habit of dropping food on my clothes... especially since i have a new shelf of belly to catch things on... good for me to prepare for "other" people who will be dropping food on my clothes in the near future i suppose...
Thighs are a sign of great beauty. The bigger the better. Mama
ReplyDeleteThanks, I am so glad you noticed my style and grace -G
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