January 30th, 2020

Short girl woes.

I've written about this before.   The things that people of normal (or better) height don't realize.
 
I talked about only being able to reach the first two shelves in my own kitchen and the second one only on tiptoe.  To use the rest of the shelves requires a step stool and/or standing on the countertop.

I shared how silly it feels, as an grown adult woman, to sit on a chair or sofa where my feet do not touch the floor.  They just dangle uselessly.  

I believe I mentioned only being able to see the top of my head in some mirrors and having to wait in some stores for someone tall to come along to get the thing I need to buy down from the top shelf for me.  And if nobody happens to come along, scaling the shelves like a mountain climber to reach it for myself.

If I recall correctly I think I even shared memories of trying to dance with someone much taller than I (which is most people) where my dance partner ended up just grabbing me around the waist, lifting me and continuing the dance as if I were a ragdoll, once again, feet dangling.

And I know I mentioned getting a crick in my neck trying to carry on a conversation with taller people unless they are sitting down.

I've pretty much got it all worked out by now.

  I have my handy dandy step stool for those pesky high up shelves at home.  I scooch to the edge of the oversized chair or sofa so that my feet are at least NEAR the floor and I'm pretty good at leaping to see in those high up mirrors whatever it is I thought I needed to see.  I have no problem asking a tall person to please have a seat for a long conversation and I have definitely developed a terrific sense of humour about it all.

It's all about the adjustments we make and learning to adapt to any given situation.  I've had years of practice.  66 of them in fact.  

But the one thing I have yet to resolve is ....The Gap.

In this particular instance I am speaking of bathrobes.

Now here in Florida I do not often actually need to wear a bathrobe so I had forgotten about this.  Until this morning.  

Usually, if I drew second shower, I have no problem doing my early morning stuff - making the bed, starting Tim's coffee, watering plants and so forth in my PJ's which are for the most part not really pajamas anyway.  Well usually they are pajama shorts and an old tee shirt.  So they are closer to super casual clothes I guess.  Most of my nightgowns are actually Tim's discarded teeshirts.  Re-cycling at it's best ;)

Anyway, In the summer with the AC on, regardless of how hot and humid it is outside, I'm perfectly comfortable inside.  The rest of the year, with windows flung wide open there might be a wee bit of chill in the earliest part of the day so I might pull on a sweater or sweatshirt just to keep my arms warmer.  Silly I know but usually that's the part of me that notices the little bit of brisk.

But occasionally there is a morning that is more than chilly. And in that case out comes the fuzzy socks and my actual bathrobe.  I bought the robe in Colorado to replace my much older one from Connecticut.  But it was the same exact issue.  The Gap.

Because I am short, a full length bathrobe is much too long.  It would puddle at my feet presenting  a serious falling hazard and trail behind me like a very ugly bridal train.  So my next option is a knee length robe. Which, as you can see, comes nowhere near my actual knees.  It is, instead, a midi-length which is the stupidest length ever for a bathrobe.   Because apparently, for me,  bathrobes only come in two sizes. Too long and stupid length.

It leaves a gap between the top of my socks and the bottom of the robe so that the cold wraps itself around my legs, sadistically,  until I fully expect them to turn blue.  I know they won't.  It's not quite THAT cold.  Just those damp breezy 50 degree fingers that creep over the windowsill on some mornings.  I suspect that it's the sea air and the night darkness that makes it feel colder than it actually is.  Once the sun comes out, it's all good.

But still, there is the issue of  The Gap.   That early morning discomfort that has me flummoxed. How to resolve, how to resolve.  I'm thinking knee socks maybe?

Like I don't look funny enough first thing in the morning.  Hah!

I was in primary school when we lived in California, another land of sunshine. And I distinctly remember standing on the in-floor heat register to warm up in the morning before school for the same doggone reason.  The gap between the top of the socks and the bottom of the bathrobe.  Clearly  no great strides forward have been made in the past sixty years on the issue.

Am I the only person with this issue?