Friday, March 23, 2012

Ivy B Procrastinating….

Hello my Bees

I have been a busy bee myself and have once again have been neglecting my social networking duties. I suppose, if I was better organized in some ways I could get my act together and write regular blog postings. They are after all a good way to promote oneself in the realm of cyberspace, but some days I just don't know what to say.

Today however, I am swimming in the procrastination pool and I figured that while I am here, not doing the revisions for my next book (Yea! My next book!) that I may as well do a quick blog posting just to let you know that I'm still here and thinking of you.

I'm also thinking about a phenomenon that happens once the weather gets warm. Where I live we’ve had a fairly mild winter (although according to the power company it was a very cold winter and that is why, even though my parents were away and everything was turned off in their house, their Hydro bill was higher in January and February than when they were home in December and using a lot of electricity) and we were lucky to have a very lovely first week of spring. Now I don't know about you, but once the weather turns nasty, I tend to stow away my summer clothes and in order for me to take the time to dig them of their plastic tote, I have to know that warm weather is here to stay, at least for a while. I don't keep spare shorts or summer shirts handy just in case we have a heat wave in March. This is clearly not the case for a lot of people in my neighborhood.

Now at the risk of offending people, I have to ask the following question: why is it that as soon as the temperature rises above 15°C, out come the smallest shirts that have ever been made? I'm not talking about T-shirts. I have T-shirts that I keep on hand all year round and in the winter I wear them under very warm sweaters. No, what I'm talking about  are skimpy, spaghetti strapped, tight fitting, and very low cut tank tops. Now don't get me wrong I have tank tops but, I tend to be a bit shy when it comes to letting it all hang out. This is clearly not the case for the folks who keep their summer shirts next to their winter woollies. As I said earlier, in this rambling paragraph, as soon as the temperature creeps close to 20°C out come the tiny tank tops, the super short shorts and flip-flops. Which, when I was a kid, were called thongs but nowadays if you say to someone,

“Hey! I was just walking around town in my thongs!” You'll get a funny look as they try to picture you, or not picture you, strutting around the city streets in a bright red banana hammock.

But I digress… To get back to the point which was tiny shirts… I think. Okay, let's get right to it. The problem I have with tiny shirts in March isn't so much that these people clearly haven't stored away their summer garb, for say June, but that a great majority of the people who keep minuscule shirts close by, are rather well endowed and don't mind displaying their winter white cleavage to an unsuspecting-- still have snow piled up in their yards, are always marveled at the way the giant ice chunks flow so smoothly down the river-- crowd.

I will just be walking down the street, minding my own business, thinking about what kind of treat I may buy from the bakery or do I really need another couple coffee today, when suddenly out of nowhere I'm confronted with a pair of barely covered boobs. I try not to stare or look too shocked because if they really thought that that item of clothing was perfectly appropriate for this time of year, who am I to judge? However, most of the time the question and comment that run through my mind after the shock of seeing a lot of bare skin on full display wears off is “How on Earth did you really think you could get away with not wearing a bra under that tank top? I know that it probably has a ‘built in bra’ but I'm pretty sure that's meant for people who are about four sizes or more smaller in the chest area than you are.”

So there you have it...not so much an official entry but more of a question for the season. Perhaps, this feeling about skimpy summer wear stems from the fact that, as I mentioned earlier, I am a bit shy about my body. It could very well be that I am actually jealous of the people who can boldly display their “gifts” but, that is probably a topic for another day.

If springtime B happening in your area I hope that you are getting out and enjoying it… in any fashion that you choose.

Until next time,
Ivy B getting her butt back to work.

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