Campfyre Stories

By the time I got on the train, I had let everything go.  No obligations, no necessaries, no worries, no cares, I was just off - taking a break from everything in my real life.  One of the promises I made myself is that I wouldn’t feel obligated to blog.  And it’s not out of obligation that I write now, but because of the way my thoughts organized themselves as I walked up the street on my way to have lunch with Girl.

It’s finally really spring.  There is something very satisfying about packing optimistically to find that you packed exactly right for the weather.  Spring is, by far, my favorite season, when I can again comfortably wear the plunging necklines, when my favorite flower is in bloom.  It’s about rebirth and renewal, but also about waking up and coming out of hibernation.  I feel like I’m really in an ideal setting for that.

Girl’s new digs is located in an area that is simply teeming with daffodils in bloom.  Just walking up Broadway, I couldn’t even begin to count the plots of daffodils, which lifted my already-high spirits.  I wore one of my favorite springy outfits today, letting my cleavage get a little sun and a little air.  I wouldn’t display them if I didn’t want people to look, but while I wore my sunglasses, I was amused to notice  the notion of "I can’t see her eyes, therefore, she can’t see mine" give all kinds of passersby the comfort level to REALLY look.  Not that I mind at all…  in fact, I kind of get a kick out of it.

But it really is spring, it’s warm and sunny and gorgeous, so what I really don’t understand is the confusion most women seem to have right now in terms of what to wear.  I lost count of the number of heavy jackets or bulky sweaters and scarves, winter scarves that people were still wearing.  I mean, sure, you don’t trust the forecast or it was cold this morning, but at lunchtime when it’s up around 70 degrees, you NO LONGER NEED TO WEAR YOUR WOOL SCARF.  In fact, you look more the fool for doing so.  But, that’s ok, with the severe lack of plunging necklines, I was happy to bask in that particular spotlight.  Leg men had plenty to look at, boob guys had to search a little more

I am so happy to be free of the (mostly) self-imposed shackles of my daily life.  I’m not sure what kind of perspective I’m going to take away from this, but I am already starting to see myself making very minor changes and Girl has noticed too.  Will it last?  I have no idea.  Will I tell anyone what I’ve changed?  I don’t think so, but I bet at least a couple people will notice…