Sometimes it’s the little things, you know? A new crack in your laptop case. The ice-cream scoop breaking apart as you’re scraping up a spoonful. Your phone rebooting (or not booting) all on its own. Or maybe a giant hole in the thigh of your favorite tights.
My favorite tights are wrecked. Don’t get me wrong, I liked that ice-cream scoop, I’m praying my laptop will hold up for another year and with all the buggy problems I’m having with my phone I won’t hold my breath that it will stay functional for long. But it’s the tights that hurt.
I’m a girl… so sometimes it really is about not being able to find my favorite lipstick, the perfect red one that seems to make everything pop. Or about that little black dress that just doesn’t fit quite right anymore. About my brows needing a wax, my shoes needing a shine, wanting a new red purse or the fact that my favorite tights, the sheer black ones with the opaque polka dots, are ruined. I wore them one last time today even with the holes. Hoping the skirt I had on would cover up the damage. I was just in the neighborhood. Just going about my daily routine. I smiled as I glanced down with my leg turned inward to hide the flawed nylon.
I thought briefly about setting them aside for some Tank Girl inspired scissor action…
I think I’ll just let them go. I’ll wear them this one last time and smile and feel pretty and confident and whimsical. But tonight when I get ready for bed I’ll peel them off one leg at a time, wrap them up and toss them in my little silver trash can.