Before you can truly understand this forbidden act. I must tell you…I am, a glorified midget.
I am so short in fact that friends who haven’t seen me in a while often comment on how they had indeed forgotten quite how “wee” I am and it took them aback. I am greeted with cooing and even cowering and cheek pinching. Yes I am stuck in a child - grandparent relationship nightmare.
But don’t pull out the violins just yet; of all things I am happy to have been blessed with stunted growth. I can wear stilettos – bigger the better, and not scare away the short men of this world. I can better control my eating habits by hiding the Skittles on the top shelf and, very occasionally, I buy a pair of jeans in the kids department (think - over half the price).
Although I usually think the rules of fashion do have some sanity to them, this one I am choosing to ignore. I feel chic. And French. And tall. And hey, fashion is what you make it right? So I make this a do, rather than a don’t.