Looking at my last few posts, a pressing question crops up if I ever take snaps of anything else but my legs. Uh. Well. Not really, these days. Several reasons:
- I’m quite glad that I posses the right number of legs with the right functionality. As there’s a wheelchair user in a class I teach, I’m constantly being reminded that it’s not so bad to have all the limbs.
- I’m lazy. One’s own legs are the perfect subject to shoot because they always tend to be there and one doesn’t even need to get up to take the shot. Convenient.
- I’m vain. Legs, whatever, but check out my cool colour tights! I know, right. It’s borderline between cute and creepy to dress oneself up as a smurfette. At my age, it’s probably more creepy, but let’s pretend that I’m a stylish ageing lady. At least, I don’t wear a blue lipstick, which I saw one (un)stylish elderly lady wearing the other day. I wonder if it was by mistake or choice. In either case, it was a mistake and it scared me.
Eventually, this is to announce that I’ve declared the start of the skirt season, known to most people as spring. May it last long so that I get to wear all the colours of tights that I own before the start of the bareleg season, known as summer.