Happy spring! I won't bother apologizing again for the lack of posting; at this point I'm just the blogger who cried 'busy.' Nothing's wrong, everything's fine, I'm doing what I can.
So, it's springtime! Even though we're expecting snow tomorrow. But that's okay, because even if it's too cold to wear sunny styles it's not too early to buy them. Some people garden, others clean; I shop. The spring harvest invariably yields yet another pair of cargo pants, a stack of tank tops I really don't need, and at least one 'pretty' item that will never see the outside of my closet. Someday I might accept that my (mutually exclusive) fondness for lace and button-down shirts is not a fondness at all, just a fleeting lapse in judgment. (in·san·i·ty n. : Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.) I am still learning to be girly; I only bought my first pair of thigh-high stockings last fall, and I wore them once. On Halloween. Maybe I'm not cut out for this 'sophisticated woman' thing after all.
But still, shop I shall, and soon these bulky sweaters will retreat to the high shelf, the undershirt will become the only shirt, reluctant shoulders and knees will reacquaint themselves with the sensation of breezes on bare skin. As in a reunion with a long-absent, long-distance lover, I'm a little shy at first... but my body remembers and that naked consciousness, that conscious nakedness, will vanish, in a moment, on the wind.