I’m short. Really short. Semi-debilitatingly short. Like 4 inches away from legal midget-ism short. Usually I don’t have much of problem with this. In fact it even seems to help me makes friends (tall ones who can reach things) from time to time and I never have a problem being too tall while wearing heals.
However, my new big-kid house has caused me to be more aware of my vertically-challenged ways. For instance, I can’t reach about 3/4 of my kitchen--enter my BFFs the kitchen stools.
Photo proof:
And I have this issue where I can’t stack things on my high closet shelf so I end up chucking sheets, towels, and seldom used coats on top of one another with a big heave-ho. Although my heave-ho-ing is about as challenged as my ability to grow, which results in the leaning tower of sheet (pun intended) in my closet.
Photo proof:
Sigh, #shortgirlproblems.
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