The Red Skirt That Was

This is my post to and for Lauren Perry.

Lauren Perry doesn't think she's pretty. She's doesn't know she's pretty.

She's had an interesting couple of years to say the very least and most of it was a dream-like-not-really-real some what of a disaster kind of couple of years... But she's gotten through it and she's figuring it all out and she's in New Zealand.

Poor girl's been married, divorced, had her heart stomped on by some idiot guy, but you know what? None of that even matters because she's actually DOING SOMETHING. She's here and they, yes they and the rest of the bullshit is back in the states.

But I digress... To what this post is really about. This post is about a skirt. It's about a skirt that woke Lauren up. It's red, and spins and looks killer on her. She put it on and a light bulb went off.

I don't know if the skirt is some metaphor or simile or ...hell a sudoku puzzle for how far she's come, how much she's grown and how much she's accomplished but the red skirt is big time. The red skirt is here to stay.

Lauren Perry is a pretty girl and now she knows it.