Being a girl

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