It’s a strange thing wearing skirts again after 9 years of almost never wearing them. I find myself constantly patting my thigh just to make sure there is still fabric covering my modesty. My favourite dress has concealed pockets at hip level, so I can (I think!) surreptitiously make sure it stays in place in case the wind blows. So far, there haven’t been any accidents, I’m just overly concerned.
Getting out of trousers also brings with it the legs issue: they are on display. Parisiennes seem single-handedly to keep the bronzing market in business. Not deep tacky tans (oh la la! Heaven forbid!), but gentle kissed-by-the-sun-like-I-have-spent-the-summer-in-the-sun-swimming-and-drinking-cool-rosé tans – in April. You know, the sort of tan that makes you look good.
I caught my friends’ very polite eight year old daughter staring at my legs with furrowed brows.
“Is everything ok?” I asked
“Um, yes. I was just wondering..are you wearing tights?”
“No, not today, it’s too hot.” I said.
“Oh, I didn’t think so, but I was just wondering..why are your legs soooo white?”
Right, time to make an appointment at the fake tan centre!