September 27, 2009
When I was at lunch with my mom last week I noticed Dexter crank his neck around to check out this lady wearing an zebra print blouse. Decided to pull my own zebra print out of the closet a few days later, and paired it with my red repettos. People always think I wear heels because they're "stylish." They always ask me how I ride the bike in heels, etc. I wish the conversation wasn't so heel-centric. What about a conversation about pretty shoes in general, on bikes, with or without the heels?
Okay, enough about shoes and more about the outfit that I wore to the Meals on Wheels fundraiser I attended Friday night. Don was auctioned off as a dinner companion and got purchased by Paul Mennier from a local news station. To be honest I think he might have been a little tipsy! Luckily there was very little heckling on the auction block. At one point while they were listing off some of Don's attributes to help sweeten the deal and the auctioneer lady enthused, "He just had a baby!" Then this one other lady in the audience turns around and says to me, "YOU had a baby, how's that going?" Word, lady. Word.
When I was a teenager my mom used to give me a lot of grief over wearing shorts because she said my calves were huge and so were my thighs. She used to also claim that these thicker parts of my person were inherited from my dad's side. Way to take responsibility for your spawn's proportions, mom!
Then I would get contradictory fashion advice from magazines telling me that if I'm short and have short legs, wearing things that are short makes your legs look longer. What to do?!
It's true that I don't have skinny legs nor do I have those long model legs that actually look great in skinny jeans. I've got shapely legs. Not fat, but definitely not slender either (at least not in my opinion). I've decided just to embrace them. I sometimes like to wear short things because I CAN. Dresses this short on some of my friends would probably end up looking like some weird R rated tunic. I bike a lot. My legs are, shall I say, well defined. For some people a lot of exercise makes them really skinny. Biking just makes my legs muscular. Sigh. It's just how I roll.
The hairband was a birthday gift from my sister.
The pink stockings are from Clerys in Dublin. I can't believe they don't have holes in them yet. I bought the same ones in bright green for Sable.
The rest of the weekend is a blur already.
On Sunday I had some friends over for tea, chilling out in general, and Trek. That's right. Star Trek. The Next Generation.
We watched the two part episode where captain Picard gets taken hostage. THERE ARE... FOUR LIGHTS!
Here's Dougal, likewise chill on a Sunday.
And tea cups for drinking tea out of.
And goldfish crackers in a little melamine bowl because it looks cuter than eating it out of the bag.
Friends. Family. Good times. That's what it's all about!