surprising revelations

I had a great morning!

I got to meet The Exception! And WHAT an exceptional lady she is!

2 1/2 hours was just not long enough for a chat, and coffee was probably the weakest thing to have been intaken while talking...but we make do with what we can.

What was perhaps most surprising to both of us was...

my height.

Or rather, the fact that I am much taller than she thought I would be--or that I was surprised to have come across so, well, short.

So, to set the record straight, here are my stats:

5 feet 9.5 inches tall. And love to wear heels. I have chosen to embrace my height.
125 pounds. Never more, sometimes less.
Bust-36A. Teenager bras. Proud of it...as one admirer of mine has said, "perfect handful, any more would be a waste on you."
Hips/Waist...hmmm...don't know. I wear junior size 7 long jeans--hipsters.
Hair: chestnutty, naturally darker than it is now due to sun and perm. I like curls.

So...what did you imagine? What do we imagine when we only have words (or a llama avatar) to work with? How do our words help to create the image we portray to others?

I was in awe of Exception...she was in shorts and a tank top, while I had on jeans, tights, boots, heavy socks, camisole and heavy (albeit short sleeved) sweater. It's not even supposed to hit 60 today--a 25 degree drop from yesterday. Brrr! I admire the strength that so many can demonstrate before these downright chilly temps!

So there you have it. And yes, pretty much each and every one of you were spoken of at some point in our conversation. So if your ears were ringing, you now know why.