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Summer of the Skirt: Hazards

It's the Summer of the Skirt. Or Summer of the Dress. Summer of Pantslessness, perhaps. Anyway, these are the inconveniences I've encountered thus far:

My current favourite skirt. Cost me $5. Also, the guilty party in story #3.

1. You have to shave more frequently.

This isn't about being anti-shaving. It's about being lazy. And fair-haired. But the extra five minutes in the shower are worth it in feel-good points.

2. You will get more attention when out and about.

Partially, it is because you carry yourself taller when you feel better about yourself, and that confidence is notable. Partially, it is because you have legs. Either way, it happens. Be prepared.*

3. You will inevitably expose your undergarments at least once, no matter how careful you are.

This will, of course, happen near a busy intersection when one hand is full and the other is rifling through your bag for the mail you are trying to drop off. Stay calm, don't make eye contact with the people who can now identify the print on your panties, and walk on. There are other mailboxes.

*I have about a bajillion more thoughts here on modesty, body image, and being a woman in the 21st century. Perhaps I'll pull them together in some sort of coherent fashion for another entry.

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  1. On a different note, that is a great-lookin skirt. And I can't believe it only cost $5

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  2. that is a lovely skirt. :) i think you need a headband or two to go with it, including this one my friend emily made! http://www.etsy.com/listing/102410128/head-band-sarah-jean-free-shipping-in

    i want it, but the mustard wouldn't go with my complexion, but i think it would be killer on you!

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  3. Deepak - thanks! last season stock at H&M...

    Becca - I am contemplating the headband. I've looked at it about 4 times now :)

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  4. This makes me laugh. True words - especially the last one. It's true for dresses as well. Always an embarrassment!

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