This is the year of embracing the legs. I dabbled in it last year; springtime brought on old frilly dresses and gunny sax, new jumpers and geometric skirts. But this time, I'm for REAL. I'm 29 years old. It's time to stop beating my long plump voluptuous legs into the ground because they aren't good enough. These things are great.
They've seen me through the worst and best of times. They've taken me to places I never imagined I'd go. They've broken and healed. They're super strong---holding people high (in chairs even, did you see Truth & Beauty?) And they make me funny sometimes...this is a good thing.
While I've spent a fair share of my life hating them, the truth is (somewhere in there) I've always loved them deeply and I can't see us ever breaking up. So this year, I intend to show them why. I art thou dub 2010 an Ode to the Legs.
I will write that Ode on the streets of Portland and anywhere else these beauties might take me, then I'll get back to you.
I have loads and loads of orders in the queue right now, so I better take these hunks of love I've been talking up and get a move on.
Lost is on tonight. I sort of can't wait.
***Song of the Moment: Trying My Best to Love You, by Jenny Lewis***