This morning while waiting for the train I stood behind a stylish young woman. She was wearing what I believe to be a herringbone patterned skirt in black and white (hey, I don’t pretend to know fashion okay?). The skirt stopped a few inches above her knees and she wore black tights with lace-up black suede high heels. I couldn’t see her blouse because she also wore a black coat with ruffled lapels. Very cute. I only bring it up because while perusing her outfit it occurred to me my legs haven’t been that small since I was 7. Sigh.
Hello there! Bubbe here from way out West. I’m making my very first post and if by chance you stumble by to read it – THANK YOU! I’m not sure exactly what this will become; I’m mainly creating a semi-anonymous place to
vent um, express myself. I realize that it’s near impossible to keep yourself unknown on the web, especially if you want readers. Initially though, readers aren’t my goal. I hope to unload as much crapola here as I can to avoid having to pay someone to let me unload it on them. In the process I hope to relieve the homicidal/suicidal pressure behind my eyes. If you have suggestions to help with that bring ’em! And thanks again for reading!