Sounds simple and yet complex for someone like me. I was a tomboy for as long as I could remember. My mom hated that I was a tomboy. She would try to dress me up and all I cared about was playing with the kids and dirt.
The only way to entice me to buy a dress was to bribe me with shoes. I loved shoes. I think that was the only girly thing I had going for me. I rough housed with boys and I was in a lot of fights. Makeup came into play in my teenage years but only because I wanted to do want other girls were doing. I grew into my own style but not to the extent that most girls do.
I would apply makeup and when it wore off it wore off. No reapply for me. As I got older, raising a family, working and doing mom stuff were not conducive to my looking my best. It would take a beating sometimes.
Now that I do not have to fret with mommy duties on a regular basis, I can turn my attention to someone who has been neglected. That someone is me.
I love shoe shopping. That is something that has never left me but I didn't buy when the kids were young. All my money went to the kids. I spent most of my life in flats and sneakers. I love heels. No less than three inches.
I can buy without guilt.
I buy makeup but it is required. Girl is a little ragged around the edges. I tease Bill that I need time to sand, spackle, prime, and seal before I go out.
Purses. I love purses. I love the textures, styles, and colors.
My daughter laughs and said I have grown a lot this year. My girl is a girly girl. She loves doing all things that girls normally do. Where did she come from?
Donna Marie and I normally have a lunch date once a month. I asked her if she would like to go with me and get my nails done. I want nails nice long nails. I think I heard her mouth hit the floor.
She is so excited. So am I.
We are going in a couple of weeks. I enjoy being a girl.
Can a grandma feel like a girl?
Beauty Queen Abbie