The Pink Shoe Diaries

with certain aspects of myself, i am very self-unaware,


for instance: i have freckles. my mother's mediterranean olive tones could not overpower my dad's blaring irish paleness and as such, i am a freckled girl. i tend to forget this, however. in fact, when i think about myself, i think i am sort of olive-toned, which if you know me is ridicuolous, and in fact i am proved wrong whenever i look in a mirror. this never stops me from believing that i am a bronze goddess. on saturday, adam and i spent most of the day at horseneck beach, sans sunscreen. at the end of the day: i felt radiant. i was so brown! i had to be! when i looked in the rearview mirror of the car, however, i was astounded to find that not only was i red, but i was covered in millions of dots. "what are those things?" i thought! where is my amazing jessica simpson tan? but alas, i AM freckled. there are no two ways around it.



i also tend to forget that i am tall. whenever someone points it out to me (and inevitably it is a man of average height....5'8 or 5'9, who is under the delusion that he is 6ft tall and therefore i MUST be at least 6'3) i am astounded! in reality, i am somewhat tall (5'9) but in the realm of tall people I am actually short for a tall person, when you think about it. I mean tall for a girl is six feet tall...right?? riiiiight....


so there you have it, in my mind i am a brown-skinned woman of average height. this is ok though, and i am never dissapointed with the reality, merely surprised...