Girly-Girl

I am a girly-girl. I admit it, I am proud of it. My husband loves it. I've always been this way. I hear people say they can't wait to get home and get out of dress clothes and I wonder why. They don't bother me a bit. Nylons: Never been a hassle. Slips: Never had a slip-up. I love wearing make-up, I love having my nails done, I love painting my toenails. And don't even get me started on the high heels!

Turns out, according to an informal poll done by me (and thanks to girlfriends Stephanie and Nova), only one-third of women are girly-girls. That means that, if handed $100 to spend as you pleased, two of you would think about what to do with the money, while I would be at the salon, already in a chair with someone doing something for me.

I know this, because I love salons. If they had make-up counters in salons, I would be in heaven. I would probably spend much of my free time there. My boys would grow up to be stylists and make-up artists, thinking that's all there is to life. I'm actually having a hard time writing, because I'm trying to figure out why no one has thought of this idea before now. I really think this could be a huge money-making venture for someone.

Back to salons, though. Did you know there are people who, if handed $50, would not have a mani/pedi?? If you don't know what a mani/pedi is, you're part of the two-thirds, and I'll explain, it's a manicure and pedicure. And you probably are thinking, WASTE $50 on your feet and hands??? Well, I'm here to tell you, it's not a waste. It's a glorious pleasure that kids' shoes can't match. Seriously, my younger daughter J has three pair of school shoes. Plus boots. How many does she wear? One. Plus boots. The cost of those other two pair? A mani/pedi. The boys? They could care less how many shoes. Baby C doesn't even wear shoes except when we leave the  house, and if he can figure it out, he's going to leave them somewhere so even that doesn't happen. Cost of the extra shoes? That's right, a mani/pedi.

But I'm not going to convince you, and that's not my point. My point of this is that being a girly-girl is hereditary. My younger daughter is definitely showing signs. She wants to wear her princess dress to school on Friday, which is Career Day. Actually, the conversation went like this: J: "Can I wear my princess dress on Friday? It's dress-up day." Me (looking at calendar): "It's career day." J: "Whatever. Can I?"  If she considers a career as a chance to dress up, then so be it. Heck, whatever she does, she'll be wearing a princess dress, so I say go for it. Let the school tell her it's not appropriate. At least she dressed up for a job, right?

My older daughter, though, is the shock: You'd never guess her for a girly-girl, all the tattoos and attitude. But sure enough, guess who takes after her mother. Manicures, pedicures, high heels, hair coloring, expensive make-up and perfume. She even has a little drama queen in her, although she'll never admit to it. She doesn't do dresses or anything like that, but trust me, it's a day or so away. She needs something to go with the heels.