I am Wearing a Skirt, People.

This is a BIG DEAL for me. One, it means it is actually warm enough to enjoy skin/air contact. Two, my whole life I've been "blessed" with my mother's (and her mother's and her mother's mother's) Irish curvy hips and legs. I have always felt "BIG" when exposing these attributes. Lately, I have had this feeling of SCREW IT. Wear what I like and look good doing it! So in keeping with arty life in an office idea # 8, I assembled an outfit that I planned in my sleep, dreaming of spring. What you can't see in this picture is my navy blue striped French t-shirt. I feel a little vintage, a little story book.

As I came into work I saw other young women swishing their pale legs under the swaying fabric of skirts. There was a feeling in the air of THIS IS IT, people! Coats were off, energy was buzzing. All the crazies were out on the subway. There was a man preaching and another woman seemed to be cleaning every corner of her PERSONAL SPACE with a few sheets of of kleenex. Then, when satisfied, she opened up her pages of coupons and began to sing to herself.

These are the last days of my long hair. I finally made an appointment for early next week. I am cutting the dead weight, so to speak. It's good to do a little spring cleaning, even on yourself. So shake out your skirts, and your short sleeves. I just spotted a Mr. Softee truck. As far as I'm concerned, it isn't the first robin or the groundhog that tells me spring has arrived, it's the Mr. Softee truck, crawling along a street side, playing a jingly music and offering creamy delicious soft serve. At lunchtime, have a little sweet, and don't forget to take pictures during the day: