the weather is finally becoming tolerable again. it’s hovering in the mid 50s and raining occasionally. i missed the rain. more importantly i missed the snow. we better get some this year or i’m gonna be pissed.
one thing this weather also brings is skirts and boots. i was thinking about this the other day that there are few things more alluring that the movement of a skirt hem. and cut a certain cut, hugged hips, split down the back with boots is probably one of the hotter things i’ve seen in my life. it got me to thinking that some things there aren’t words for. some things can be described, however poetically, and it just won’t work. all the fancy words strung together however pleasingly will just never convey that those moments and movements you watch the bottom of a skirt hem swish back and forth with a natural movement all their own. if you think these words have given you an idea of what i mean, then you probably don’t get it. but if you’ve started nodding and smiling halfway through the paragraph, then you’re with me when i’m sad for colder weather, because it means skirts are going away.
however, there’s something to be said for being bundled up too. what with all that nonsense about suggestivity and covering being more enticing.
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