The sky is grey, I spent yesterday’s public holiday doing not much at all, and I have nothing to blog about. Time for an updated re-post.
I have had an identity crisis. Spud complained that he is still shorter than me – we do the back-to-back thing every day, he being the teenage equivalent of Snow White’s stepmother: Measure, Measure in Dad’s Hand, when’ll I be tallest in the land?
The Hub measured him and found him to be 5′ tall. Now this is weird because I am also 5′ small, yet I am two inches taller than Spud.
I have always been 5′ small, and rather like it. Think of Kylie Minogue and you get the idea of how dainty I am. Or was, thirty years ago. Now I’m 5′ wide as well: a sort of Kylie-squared.
Kylie
Me
Can you see the likeness?
It transpires I am not 5′ small after all, despite what it says in my passport. The tape measure proves it: I am 5’2″. When I had my recent well-woman check, the nurse practitioner proved it, too.
No more standing on the third step up to the back garden that backed onto my childhood back garden to kiss 6′ tall boyfriends for me…though the Hub might have something to say about that, anyway; so perhaps it’s just as well.
My problem is that I have always considered myself to be a certain height and now I find that something I have always believed – known – about myself is simply not true. I have made a false declaration on my passport! The Police could take me away in the night and electrocute my testicles with passion fruit (sorry if that doesn’t make sense; I had a sleepless night worrying about it).
Imagine if you are a girl and you have always been a girl and it says on your passport that you are a girl and then somebody measures you against your child one day – a child that you lovingly carried, birthed, reared and gained weight for, the miserable little turncoat – and they tell you that, oops, it’s a mistake and you are actually a boy. I think you’d be as hysterical as I am right now, wouldn’t you?
My image of myself as diminutive has been irrevocably altered – I can no longer ask strangers in the supermarket to pass me the tofu* on the top shelf; they’ll just laugh and tell me to ‘Get it yourself, Lofty.’
*If it is true that I am tall then it is true that I am a healthy eater as well.
The Hub obviously didn’t think this through when he told me the alleged truth about myself. He likes dainty women, which is why bundled me into a wedding carriage all those years ago. He was six inches taller than me then: tall enough to make me feel protected but not so tall that I needed to wear a neck brace after canoodling with him. We are going to have to re-think our whole relationship now that I am a giant.
He tried to soothe my understandable fury by blaming my Dad, who would have been the one to measure me all those years ago. It did calm me down because my Dad was a bit dopey (where do you think I get it from?) and it is a plausible theory. BUT – and it is a big but, as you can see – I have just remembered that my Dad didn’t measure me for that first passport because he was in South Africa at the time. So now I am doubly angry at the Hub – he shattered my self-esteem and besmirched the good name of the best Dad who ever lived. That’s a good enough excuse to throw something at him, I think. Excuse me a moment…
…that feels better.
Spud said I should look on the bright side: I am no longer a midget. I should be grateful for small mercies.
1st off, thank you for the lovely email. Replying is difficult as I have to go through the rigmarole that Orange requires: can’t use Outloook express because the hospital network won’t allow it.
Now, about that post: My passport says I am five feet two (I was once) Now I am 4’11” so we’re both due for imprisonment.
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People shrink as they – ahem – get older, I heard; it may be caused by curvature of the spine. So I may one day go straight by becoming crooked 🙂
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Oh I am laughing hysterically!!!
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My son just came running out to my office, thinking I was crying and I said, no it’s that laughing housewife person again – hehehe!
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😀 😀 Beaming 😀 😀
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Remember..all good things come in small packages, especially when they are well covered and soft and cuddly
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My husband just came to see what all the laughter was about. Midget mercies is right…you have a lot to be thankful for, you beautiful woman.
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Hehe! I am grateful. Mostly that you can’t see me blushing 🙂
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Kylie might still be dainty but she’s also still alone…
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Shame… I never thought of that 😦
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I’m 5’4″ but I have always wanted to be 5’6″. I thought that would be a better height. My daughter is 5’6″ and my granddaughter are 5’6″ but it’s hard to tell with my daughter because she always looks taller because she wears heels. If I could be 5’6″ and weigh the same, it woud be nice.
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Good thinking 🙂
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That was funny. Height affects who we are as well. You hear often I always wanted to be a tall person as if it would make you a different person on the inside. I suppose it would? Would it, so Tilly Bud how have you changed since you have grown? Because perhaps you have grown the two inches or even if it was a great cosmic error, you have grown in your mind. Has it changed you?
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Just freaked me out.
I never wanted to be tall, except in my modelling days. I like being small.
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My daughter was called “pocket Venus” by my mother-in-law. She literally outgrew that moniker.
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I’m with Viv on this one. I’m 51: at my last doctor’s check up the machine said I was shorter that I used to be. No longer ‘just over 5’9”, but shorter. Not saying how much.
After all I have years of shrinking to go yet.
If I go the way Ma is going I shall shrink and shink and shink unitl I’m short.
On Saturday when I stood next to her I could easily have rested my chin on the top of her head, slouching. I didn’t.
One day, maybe the word ‘petite’ could be used to describe ME?!
I wonder if my feet will shrink too?
Fat chance.
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My feet grew two sizes in fourteen years. I’m all out of proportion!
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mine grew with babies. No sign of shrinking….. 🙂
Maybe you grew into your 20’s, instead of stopping around 18?
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Don’t we all want to look like Kylie … what a great post you manage to give us all … even if you didn’t have anything to write about! Girl get you high heels on .. even if it’s only for a couple of hours *smile. Thank you so much for this post, it’s brilliant.
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I’m not a high heels kind of girl; I always feel like I’m hobbling around in Mummy’s shoes 🙂
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*laughing – know that feeling.
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I always go with the doctor’s measurement. Over the years, I have shrunk due to poor posture and old age. David recently learned that he is 6’1″ not 6′. He is happy.
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How did he manage that??
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Different nurse and different scale. Lol.
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Today is your day to hear from all the shrinking seniors. Years ago, before I had my first child I was 5’6″ then afterward, I grew two more inches apparently, because I was 5’8″ when I had kid #2 according to the Navy corpsman.
So I went around putting 5’8″ on everything, and now my primary physician tells me I am 5’7″. Recently, I had a back exam and Xray and the doc showed me I had Scoliosis which is a curvature in my back which leans out to the left. I figure if my spine was straight I would be 5’10” which would greatly improve my BMI. As Kathy the cartoon character used to say, I am not overweight, I am under tall.
Nevertheless, I am taller than David who was 5’10” when I married him and is now 5’7″. Some days I thin there is a big Giant pounding a peg board, and we are the pegs or something.
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I like your theory better than my faulty tape measurer theory 🙂
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You have me fighting an urge to measure myself, Tilly. I WAS 5″9″….but what am I now? Will passport control be wrestling me to the ground the next time I pop off to NY?
It is good to grow, though. it’s shrinking you have to beware of.
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Where did all of these tall readers come from?
Actually, why am I complaining? I can feel short again without having to leave my computer chair 🙂
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I think I am on the way down, Elly tells me ‘some bits’ have gone south already. 😦
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Hehe! I know that feeling. Wish I’d taken the pencil test back when I could have passed it 🙂
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hahaha – a brilliant read – very funny 🙂
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Thanks 🙂
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hahahahaha… I always look forward to a good laugh when I visit your blog and I’m never disappointed! I love reading your writings, Tilly 😀
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Thank you (blush) 🙂
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What a rude awakening 😉
I would not mind looking like Kylie too …
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When we got married so long ago it was, my husband was 5′ 11″ and I was almost 5’9.” Now he is about 5’7″ and I have not lost height, so I’m taller than he is. And weigh more, too. I thought it was the women who were supposed to shrink in old age, but that has not been the case with us.
What I like about being tall is that I can eat a lot!
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There’s always a silver lining!
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Just visited your blog – congratulations on the new baby!
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I’m quite surprised to hear this considering all the tall tales you tell.
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Moi?!
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My whole life I thought I was 5’4″ & 3/4 inches tall. At my last full check up I found out I am 5’5″ which was very alarming for me because I should be on the way down in my height not up. Plus I can still fit into petite pants! Then it dawned on me – I’m long waisted & this is why petite pants fit me – I have short stubby legs LOL
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I remember petite pants…sigh…
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I’m not talking petite pants width wise, oh no, no, no, no. Maybe it’s different over there? Petite refers to the length of the leg. I have short legs & a long torso now, so I need petite pants in order to get the right leg length.
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I once had a driver’s license that said I was 5’10”. Imagine my shock when I found that I was only 5’8″. By the way…you and Kylie…I thought I was seeing double. 🙂
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Hehehe! Jeff, you made my day. Funny guy 🙂
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Thirty years ago I was measured at 5ft 6 inches. It seemed a very respectable height so there’s no way I’m going to check it out now!! And I would probably just be the right height for Kylie, if she was any sort of girls’ girl!!!
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A wise decision. I only found out by accident and I still haven’t gotten over it, two years later.
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Let me tell you something that will make you feel better. I’m almost 5’10” and I’ve towered many people around me in my lifetime. Sure, they are advantages to being tall and you surely get noticed. My biggest disadvantage is being pledged with a screwed-up back, which most short people never experience. The longer the spine, the stronger the pain when things get out of place. I’d trace a few inches for being pain free in my back for the rest of my life.
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Your pain does not make me feel better 😦
The fact that there is another person in the world taller than me does, however, make me rejoice 🙂
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I always suspected Kylie was a relative. 😆
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Hehe!
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Just had a horrible thought – if Kylie really is a relative, that makes me related by sleaze to Simon Cowell. Ewwwww!
(It was in the press this week that he had an affair with Dannii Minogue while she was on the X Factor)
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