Oh dear. The whole of August has slipped by and I haven't managed to join in with Julie's Height Of Summer Series as I had intended. Today is the last day. So although I had ideas for pages of scrapping and posts full of amusing height related anecdotes, I will have to settle for a photo of the inside of our pantry door. We've lived in this house a long time, ever since the boys were tiny tots, and over the years we've marked out their growing up on the paintwork. When I say "growing up" of course I'm talking in terms of length rather than maturity which is a) difficult to measure accurately and b) even harder to plot!
The door has told me something though. It's come as quite a shock to me too. It appears that I have been living under a misapprehension with regard to my height.
If Julie had asked me how tall I was, which she has, I'd have said 5' 10" - possibly rounded up from 5' 9½" for ease (I round down my weight to balance things out, don't you?!).
I'm sure I was.
Just not any more!
I measured today (twice in case the first tape measure was faulty) and discovered that I am shrinking! That mark against my name is 174cm from the floor - yup, a measly 5' 8½".
Wait though! We had ceramic tiles laid in our kitchen a while back so the floor is higher than it was. Hmm - that might work for the children's older marks which will be need to have a lower floor level factored in, but, unfortunately for me I was standing on those tiles today. So yes, the weight of all my years has begun to tell. I am not quite as tall as I used to be. Unfortunately for Hubby he seems to be shrinking at a similar rate!!