Good afternoon, Monday. It's been a busy day yet again but what a lovely weekend I had knocking around the neighborhood with Khan and David. From checking out our local (and overpriced) flea market to enjoying our backyard, it was a lovely few days. But damn if those white walkers don't scare the absolute Bejesus out of me on GOTS. I actually had to leave the room for a minute. Scurry.
But besides terrifying creepy dead guys with magic powers, here's something else I'm afraid of. And that is, my overly bare legs. Sure, the much beloved Nora Ephron felt bad about her neck, but as another birthday approaches, I'm feeling kind of meh about my legs. My neck is ok for the moment.
Truth be told, my legs have never caused me too many problems. I've always been more concerned with other parts of me as my legs have always been pretty good. But now that I'm at a different age in my life, I intuitively know that shorts that are too short (same for skirts) is just not my jam anymore. I'm not one who recommends not wearing things past a certain age, but I do believe one needs to be one's own whisperer when it comes to do's and don'ts. And for me, too short is a don't at this stage in the game. It just feels wrong for me.
So now, I'm wanting to channel more of a Deneuve in the 60s Belle du Jour kind of silhouette when I wear skirts or dresses. It's just above the knee, a length that suits almost all women well. I am personally not big into super long skirts or maxis, though I'm not opposed to the scary tea length (mid calf ) that many women find unflattering. But if we're talking about "just right", just above the knee feels pretty for Summer and nice for Winter with pretty tights. It's funny how these little style moments happen to us- for me I'm just not featuring anything super short, and I really do favor pants for the most part. But I'm leaving the short denim and cute short beach shorts to the younger set from now on, and there's most likely not going to be a mini moment happening for me again in this lifetime, and I'm cool with that. It's not that I feel really bad about my legs, I just feel that they desire a drop of the hemline.
And perhaps on the day we found out that Bruce would rather be called Caitlyn, it's fitting to note that women should do as they like. For me, that means a bit of restraint- after all, I've had a whole lovely lifetime of showing my gams. Thank goodness I don't have to be on the cover of Vanity Fair in a bustier, let alone a mini, anytime soon. Bravo to Caitlyn for baring it all. The good news is now more than ever we can be and wear and do whatever we like. Cause that's what's up this we got it covered kind of Monday in the 212. Yours, in being whoever you are, and wearing whatever you want to wear. XO