L is for Legs, the long and the short of them!

We see them on advertising hoardings, on televison, in films, legs that go on for ever, and are smooth tanned and shapely. Legs to dream about ...... a perfect pair of legs.
Its a fact of life that my legs are short, they will never be longer than they are now, and I just have to live with it. I have lived with them all of my life in fact, coping with always having to have six inches cut off any new trousers, struggling to find a pair of knee high boots that will fit round my calves, not even contemplating buying skinny jeans, or skirts above the knee.
But long or short, they get me around, I cycled miles with jolanda when she was a toddler, getting her to and from creche, baby sitter, swimming lessons and gymnastics. In 2005 they took me on a 35km walk to Weesp as part of Monnickendams
mediaeval festival, although truth be told, no one saw them because I was wearing a frock!

I still manage to ride Ulo at least once a week, and those legs get me on and keep me on - even if she pulls one of her "Oh my god, thats really scary - I think I'll bolt" antics.
So I decided to treat my legs to a new pair of riding britches, and splashed out on a lovely navy blue pair, with a suede seat (it helps keep you in the saddle - something I may need!)
Put them on for the first time, got ready to mount - and found the suede did not stretch enough to get my foot in the stirrup!
Trying not to laugh, my second attempt was with a mounting block and managed to get half way up, only to find my short leg would not go over the saddle!
Finally landed, with Ulo patiently waiting for me to settle myself, and realised that the stirrup leathers were TWO holes longer than I normally ride!
The reason - my 13 year old daughter has legs longer than mine, and I need to shorten the stirrups every time I ride now.
Its a fact of life that my legs are short, they will never be longer than they are now, and I just have to live with it. Sigh.