The other day a girl at work said something that has resonated with me all week. She said, ‘You lead the most exciting life. I love hearing about all of your adventures!’ I was taken aback. I think that I’m pretty boring, in general, only because I still don’t consider myself to have much of a social life here in Madison. My typical night includes reading, walking, maybe a glass (or two) of wine, surfing the internet, and maybe the tv on in the background. Oh, and watching my cats chase each other! Boring stuff.
But then I got to thinking…I’m pretty good at finding the ‘fun’ in my life when those weird situations pop up. You know, like ALL of those people who comment on my height. I throw my arms around those situations (not the people) and milk it for everything I can. Homeless people, vendors at work, co-workers, randoms at the store, etc. Everywhere I go I can pretty much count on someone saying something.
I went to Bed Bath and BEYOND over the weekend to buy a new comforter. (And in case you’re wondering, the one I purchased is so awesome I’m showing a pic, below) And I was asked not once, but twice to assist with grabbing something off the shelf. That’s 2 times people! I made social contact because of my height, twice, with complete strangers. And it was pretty amazing because we giggled, than laughed heartily when I dropped the item, and then we stared longingly into each other’s eyes….okay, I go too far sometimes. That didn’t happen. The thought does make me giggle though.
This is the Seasons Reversible, Down Alternative. In Red.
I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve received an ego boost when someone asks me if I used to be a model or if I’ve ever done any modeling. I always say yes as I hand them a folded up picture from…okay, again, I go too far. No. I never modeled. Although for the record, there was that one time in the tenth grade when I did a photo shoot to enter a modeling contest. (I’m being serious) My mom and her friend had a couple of drinks and thought that it would be a great idea to enter me. I didn’t win.
Oh, and I LOVE it when I pass by a little kid. Recently, I over-heard a youngster say about me, ‘She big’. That’s right, ‘I big’. I can also touch the ceiling, look at your teacher’s bald-spot, and clean the top shelf without getting a step stool. She Big.
I get asked on a daily basis where I purchase my clothes. I’m a walking advertisement. I like to think it’s because I’m fashion-forward and totally rad when it comes to putting together that outfit that screams ‘Holli is fabulous’ however I also realize other tall women are simply looking to see whether your hemline hits your ankle, your shoe, or the floor. But I make that conversation exciting! I put some punch in my comeback. How many other women do you know have a 38″ inseam and can kick you in the face? (I suppose I don’t need to bring up the fact I’ve got a pretty good kick but didn’t I warn you that I keep my comebacks snappy?)
Excitement in my life? Yes. I suppose there is some excitement in my life. But it’s because I make it that way and I use my height as part of it. I also use my cats. Remind me to tell you about the time my little white, Persian Doll kitty ate some bacon grease. He suffered some gastrointestinal distress…and he has extremely long white hair. Diarrhea and long, white hair. Yeah, it was a lovely morning. But once again, part of my exciting, TALL life.
I’m not really sure what that look is. In fact, I don’t want to know.
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