It always blows my mind how all it takes to feel more feminine is to throw on the right dress.
I wanted a dog so freakin' bad growing and instead of getting me one my father got me a photo book called "Dogs and Their Women." Forget the cover photo of the dog and his woman kissing and the weirdly erotic title which also sort of suggests the dog's own the women and not the other way around but I didn't want a book about dogs I wanted an actually cuddly thing to love me and since I was pretty sure that the Pillsbury Dough Boy couldn't be bought I wanted a puppy!
This weekend is Coachella weekend one. Coachella is the unofficial west coast welcome wagon for Spring. Spring makes me think of Easter and Easter makes me want to dress like a painted egg. Welcome to Friday's post!
I used to have this game I would play in my mind when I liked a boy "when will I let him see the real me?" I would wonder... the weird version. The version that sang show tunes off-key as I walked around the house, made the ugliest faces imaginable because I thought it was funny or put on a voice and just sort of carried on "in character" for a bit. No matter how cool I was playing it sooner or later my weird side would come out and I was always surprised by how the boy seemed to still like me afterward. Always a good lesson in being yourself.