|A post completely devoid of boots
||[Sep. 22nd, 2011|10:48 pm]
(Except in passing reference to the fact that I wore some today. Not any of the ones I've posted about though - a pair of peekaboo boots I picked up for half price when Middle Daughter bought new shoes yesterday.)|
Tomorrow is the first day of Fall. I love Fall, even though it's really just a myth in these parts. In a good year, Fall is an afternoon in late October. But by the time the calendar says it's Fall, I'm so sick of Summer I can't wait for a change, even if nothing has changed. So I celebrate by breaking out something Fallish to wear, which today happened to be the peekaboo boots I'm mentioning in passing right this very minute.
In order for the boots to show, I had to wear a skirt. I can't wear skirts to work in the spring or summer, because of this absurd and boggling trend of bare legs. I'm sorry, it's just dumb. And shoving bare feet into pumps? Makes my skin crawl. But even if it didn't, there's no way I'd go barelegged to work because I'm old. My legs look like an homage to the tributaries of the Mississippi, or a road map. I go out of the house bare legged, and lost tourists start checking my ankles to figure out how to get back to the highway.
But if it's Fall, I can wear tights! And if it's not Fall, but only the day before Fall, and I'm sick enough of Summer to not want to wait one more day, and besides tomorrow is Friday which is blue jeans day and how the heck is anyone supposed to see my new mentioning them only in passing peekaboo boots if they're under jeans, then it's close enough to Fall to wear tights. Which I did.
I got lots of compliments on the way I looked today. Which at first was nice, but then started to make me wonder how bad I look most days, since every single person I saw today immediately said, "you look nice". Like it was a surprise.
I'm thinking I need to rethink my wardrobe.