Strappy sandals. Flouncy frock. Happy human. Surely these are the key ingredients to tripping to the light fantastic. How could they not be?
Well friends, toss me in a flouncy frock and you have created a monster. A monster of insecurity, trying to keep things down and near my body lest something fly away. Flouncy? I don’t do flouncy well at all. I fear flouncy because it may just be a bit too much for me. I am not a flouncy kind of girl. I may want to be, it I can’t pull it off.
Strappy sandals are surely safe right? Except they aren’t. They make me trip. So instead of tripping to light fantastic, I will trip all over it and everything else in my path. Heck I’d probably knock over light fantastic and a major fire or perhaps perpetual darkness! 😳
So flouncy frocks and strappy sandals do not make me a happy human. They make me a very insecure and dreadfully frightened girl. No Marilyn Monroe moments for me thanks.
I suspect that’s why I dread summer barbecues and parties. The girls wear these cute little dresses showing off all sorts of skin and have colourful toes peeping out of shoes I can’t even begin to fathom how to put on let alone walk in. I will just wrap myself up in a tent thanks all the same! 😉