I feel especially cute today.

For the first time in years, I am wearing a skirt that falls above my knees. Having always been a bit self-conscious about my knees, I am surprisingly comfortable. I inherited my knees from my mother, who inherited them from her mother. I actually recieved an apology once from Mom for passing on her knee genes to me. I am not positive exactly what it is about my knees that I don't like, but I generally like to cover them up. I went through a very long period, in fact, where I never wore shorts in public. That is quite the feat, if you know anything about Iowa summers.

My mom made this particular skirt for me many years ago. It is plaid and has a school-girl look to it, though it is not pleated. Combined with my new bangs and hair up in a ponytail, I definitely exude the school-girl look. Which is slightly appropriate for the first week of school. The only thing that mars my cuteness is my prickly legs. Hair is not really noticable, except to me, but I do not care, which is new to me, too. I am usually quite self-conscious about that, too. Hmmm. Wonder how this came about?