I love summer. I love the long days. And I love that in summer we see more of our relatives and friends. Everything is a little more relaxed.
What I don’t love so much is what summer clothing reveals. For example:
My neck: I haven’t been happy with my neck since Grady asked me, “Grammy, why do you have a neck like a skeleton?” Wintertime is turtleneck time, and turtlenecks are great for covering up skeleton necks.
My legs: I like skirts, especially brightly-printed summer skirts that swing when I walk. In the winter, I wear opaque tights that hide the imperfections of my legs. Summer is too hot for tights.
My knees: I am grateful that my knees work. But like much of my body, they droop. And to make things worse, I have a long scar marking a replaced knee. All are more obvious in summer.
My arms: Short sleeves are my summer staple. My arms are well-toned, thanks to my compulsive weight-lifting. Nevertheless, when I hold my arms at a certain angle, I have visions of crepe paper.
Perhaps if I keep a big smile on my face, people won’t notice.