I have two big things to share on the blog today. Honestly, I’ve been hoping this day would come for so long. Even so, I never in a million years imagined it would come so soon!
Y’all ready for this?
MY LEGS! I’m sharing both my right leg AND my left one! My two biggest extremities!
These babies were on display in Central Park on Friday, February 24th. Pale as the day I was born but properly shaved for the first time in oh, months! CAN YOU EVEN BELIEVE IT!?
BARE LEGS in FEBRUARY!
The sun was shining on Friday and the temperature spiked to 70 degrees. IN FEBRUARY. It was magical and terrifying quite simultaneously. Not unlike the acrobatic tricks of the New York cliché guys shouting “SHOW TIME!” on the subway.
In Central Park, New Yorkers plopped down on rocks and benches, sunning ourselves like cold blooded reptiles in desperate need of vitamin D.
Just like everyone is talking about the Oscars today (OMG #EnvelopeGate), everyone was talking about the weather on Friday (OMG #BeautifulDay). Even those of us who loathe small talk. Restaurants and bars flung open their doors and pushed tables out on to the sidewalks. Staten Island Chuck, our local groundhog, called it correctly on Groundhog Day: spring is here. Arriving earlier than an intern vying for a full-time offer.
Excuse me, but this calls for ALL THE SKIRT TWIRLS.
Twirls In celebration of bare legs and flowers popping up and even boats on the lake in Central Park. IN FEBRUARY.
The temperatures dipped back since Friday, back to a more seasonal 50-ish. Still, spring is in the air and there’s a beautiful buzz calling for the end of dreary hibernation and the start of spring flings.
When I say spring flings I mean…
I want a spring fling with fashion (my skirt’s from Eshakti). To continue my life time love affair with thrift stores (chambray shirt and silver Converse both from Goodwill, baby). I want romance to blossom betwixt photography and my self timer (who I thank for these photos). I want an open relationship with reading plays in the Performing Arts Library and seeing art at Chelsea galleries on the same day. I want to make love to each individual flower at the New York Botanical Garden Orchid Show. I want to fling myself into writing and creating more. Away from my comfort zone. Spring out of bed on Saturday mornings to go look at tulips. Or magnolias. Or cherry blossoms. Or anything and everything that is blooming that day at the Conservatory Garden in Central Park.
Traditional spring flings of the romantic variety? I’ll happily take them or leave them.