I've told you that I'm 5'1', right? I wear gigantic (but TASTEFUL) heels most of the time so that I can look people in the eye instead of up their noses. Because, yuck.
Anyway, I was reminded of my shortness in a fresh way this morning. See, I'm accustomed to having to get ankle/short/petite pants hemmed. I'm accustomed to the top shelf of my kitchen cabinets being completely empty because really? They might as well not even exist. I am accustomed to beefy 10-year-olds being able to inspect the top of my head.
But today?
Today I pulled out a pair of new knee-high trouser socks (because I ROCK THEM LIKE A SUPERSTAR). Except, these? They were thigh-high.
Sigh.
Anyway, I was reminded of my shortness in a fresh way this morning. See, I'm accustomed to having to get ankle/short/petite pants hemmed. I'm accustomed to the top shelf of my kitchen cabinets being completely empty because really? They might as well not even exist. I am accustomed to beefy 10-year-olds being able to inspect the top of my head.
But today?
Today I pulled out a pair of new knee-high trouser socks (because I ROCK THEM LIKE A SUPERSTAR). Except, these? They were thigh-high.
Sigh.
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