You know that section in Vogue where they pick a person and tell us every kind of product brand that they use? I can't remember the name of it but they list every brand of thing they use from toothpaste to the watch they wear to underwear to water, etc. I swear they have to be lying. Because EVERYTHING is top of the line, swanky swanky swanky. I love it when I read "TOOTHPASTE: Crest" like a normal person instead of the half baked shit I normally read "TOOTHPASTE: brand X from France that no one else can find and my teeth are whiter than yours."

But I do love VOGUE.

I'm doing well. Feeling allright. I can feel things getting easier in my life and I like that. Perhaps it's a combination of great anti-depressants, reasonable good health, and children getting older. Oh and sunny weather. That's a big one. I don't know though...there are things that are going on right now that I should be freaking out about and...I'm not. I like that.

My hair is driving me crazy though and I swear I'm going to dye it brown. Just a hankering lately. The days of me being blonde might be coming to an end. I feel like Goldie Hawn, desperately trying to cling to something that should have ended years ago. Naturally I am blonde but it has degraded to that not so pretty blonde and I have been highlighting, which makes things more complicated. I've been wanting to cut it lately too but I think I'll hold off on that indefinitely. Especially since I want a pixie cut. (WHA? I can hear Vandy and my sister right now. Simmer down ladies, I won't cut it)

I've embraced skirts and am enjoying the swishy freedom of them, (swish swish) especially as the weather gets hotter.Tank, flip flops and skirt. The new uniform.  Here's my latest, except I have it in a cool brocade wallpapery print that I can't find a picture of online at the lucy store. I want it in black now too though.

This is huge as last summer I never so much as wore a pair of shorts in public. I loathe shorts. Or maybe I should say I hate my legs. I've been hating my legs the last few years as they resemble bratwurst to me, all veiny, white and bratwursty. Spider veins keep popping up daily too. And a little known fact is that my left leg is a smidge bigger than my right due to a blood clot I had in 1997. Not noticeable to anyone, unless you're prone to randomly measuring people's legs. I also have a cankles issue. To my BBD (body dysmorphic disorder) eye, my ankles are the exact circumference as my thighs. Exactly. Ridiculous I know. 5 years ago it was my arms I hated. We ladies suffer with our insecurities, no? Meanwhile, blurting all of that out was cathartic. It's all about purging.

So, I decided "Hey, you know what jackass? Life is too short to hate your legs. Lighten Up."

Ladies and Gentleman, I would like to introduce to you....my legs.