No one has ever accussed me of being a girly-girl. Frills, ribbons, glitter and glam occupy a tiny corner of my life, and besides, my daughter sports enough pink for the both of us.
My way is casual. If it is comfortable, I wear it, which, of course, translates me into a pretty bland dresser. What can I say? Fashion has never been at the top of my list.
This spring finds me wearing skirts at the request of my hubby and I find myself liking the girliness of it, in spite of the fact that I am regularly asked why I am so dressed up. I keep my reply simple--"my hubby likes how I look in skirts"--and I let other people deal with their own image of me.
One side benefit of wearing skirts is that they double as kitchen towels when I need to dry my hands, and you can be comforted in knowing that I am girly enough to check my skirt before I go out in public to make sure that it is nice and clean.
My latest fabric purchase
is pink, pink, pink. Friends who are pregnant with baby girls necessitated this purchase, but oddly enough I love it! Two diaper bags are cut and ready to be sewn, but I think I will add one more totebag to the mix. A pink purse for me.
It has taken too many years for me to access my girly side, but I do think that my 5 year old pink princess will be proud of me!
One finished diaper-bag:
