I love a short skirt. A definite miniskirt. Skirts that fall higher than my fingertips when my arms are at my sides. Thick tights and boots. That's one of my default modes of dress. Friend in Vancouver pointed out I wasn't technically supposed to do that, as she handed me an exceptionally short skirt while we were shopping. And then we both went right on not caring.

But it would seem weird for them to be banning the right above the knee skirt. That seems "polite".

I had a grey wool mini that I loved to pair with black tights, knee high boots and a boatneck goodwill-find greyblue wool sweater that was boxy, but curvy, if that makes sense. Sadly, wool often drives me batshit, and I'm pretty sure I purged that outfit when I gained weight. It'd fit now!

Still wouldn't wear it to work, though. When I did, was disconcerted by a few men staring too long at my legs. Damnit. I even let up on the knee high boots after a now former big boss commented on them. Coming from women coworkers is one thing. Mega bosses? A little weird. Prefer them to know me for my work (this plan is coming along nicely. Currently share a smoke-break with a bigwig, fill him in on the deets, uncensored, and he's pretty damned encouraging.)

That's lovely, sara! What's it for?

Dana, I'm sorry the universe dumped so much crap on you. I hope you can go home to some rest and good food and good company.

We're having modern family life tonight. Ben's on the couch next to me, with headphones on and browsing YouTube, S. is on the other couch reading, and I'm watching a NetFlixed movie and writing fic on the laptop while I do.

For the record, I LOVE short skirts (not micro, not on me), but I loathe my knees, so I don't wear them often.

My ambassador to Baltimore's wedding:) One of our own. Now I have to figure out which shoes. I've got several candidates.

Gorgeous dress, Sarameg.

We're going to get lots of pictures, right?

There will be pictures!!! Many I hope!

I hope so!

YAY!

(still sad though, at the missing it, of course).

OK, this cracks me up: so my neighbor's boy is playing with one of his bands tonight, and a couple other of my friends were going to join her. I wanted to go, but just had Too Much Shit To Do to go out tonight (which sucks, esp. since I bailed last time due to the Loki-trauma and I WANT to spend time with them.) But they are sending me the highlights via email. Oh, neighborhood, I lurve you!

Oh, THAT wedding! God, I have the dumb today.

YAY wedding! Man, we need so. many. pictures.