shorts

i survived at least five years only owning a couple pair of shorts that i never wore.

i lived in minnesota, where shorts are a luxury, only something one needs to break out on the hottest day(s) of the year (two or three if we were lucky).

here in arizona, shorts are not an option, they are a necessity.

for aeration.

so i found myself longing for the airiness of a skirt combined with the ability to sit however i pleased. air + hide the goods - (skirt) = shorts.

omg. even in theory i am so bad at math.

anyway, i finally purchased a pair of shorts from j.crew this year. i am restarting a love affair with j.crew as they make such dreamy outfits out of a skirt, a t-shirt, and a cardigan and a randomly placed flower. swoon.

i bought a size 2, to be safe (i am short! ha! get it?), and was delightfully surprised when they were too big. in contrast, my jeans are sometimes like sausage casings. there's a good reason that the bf calls my legs porkers. i swear i can hear the side seam screaming on some days.

anyway, i bought a pair of 0s, and i am in love with them. my legs are seeing the light of day and finally getting some burning-hot-lava-sun on them. in arizona, that just means more sunblock for more parts of my body. perfect. i love working more to be more comfortable.

i completely forget the point of this story. other than i bought shorts. so there.