How I Love Being a Girl

LipstickHighlights, massages, mani’s, pedi’s.  Purses, shoes (always at the top of my list), jewelry, make-up and dresses.  Oh, how I LOVE being a girl!

I recently traveled back to my hometown in Pennsylvania and spent some time with my 14 year old niece.  She’s at a stage right now where she likes to wear what I call, “frumpy” clothes and doesn’t style her hair or paint her nails or carry around fabulous bags.  If only she knew what I know about being girlie.  I too, went through the baggy clothes, frumpy stage.  Only until I reached my 20′s did I start acting and looking girlie.  Why did I wait so long?  It’s so wonderful to be able to pamper yourself!  If there is one thing that can bring me out of a funk, it’s being pampered.  When I say these things to my niece, she just crinkles her nose and gives me that, “you’re weird” look.  I think she was terrified when she attended my brother’s fiance’s bachelorette party and all sorts of lingerie were being displayed.  The poor girl was probably scarred for life.  I will admit, fourteen is a bit young for things like edible underwear.  Don’t worry, she was glued to her hand-held video game anyway.

All that I know is when I’m sitting in that salon chair or wearing that adorable summer dress, I feel happy and alive.  I do believe this girliness is rubbing off on my toddler.  She always wants to wear her hot pink boa and I’ve noticed her “wearing” a toy basket up on her arm like a purse.  She’s always grabbing shoes out of her shoe bin (yes, my toddler has a shoe bin and it’s almost full) and wanting me to put them on her.  She’s also starting to flutter around and dance all of the time.  She is fully embracing her inner-girliness and I couldn’t be more proud of her.  Like mother, like daughter so they say.

*Original Chicago Moms Blog post

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