Girl Talk

Here's the thing...

I love being a girl.

Love, love, love it.

I love expensive make-up, 

frills and ruffles, 

the color pink, 

and HGTV.

I think Johnny Depp is positively swoony, 

I was glued to the set for endless hours for the recent royal wedding,

get all sappy over a good Hallmark card,

and positively lurve  my cat.

Yep, being a chick rocks.

Did you know that growing up, my very best friend

in the whole world was a neighbor boy

named Dean?

He lived next door to my grandparents in Waco, Texas,

and we spent many a Summer

catching tadpoles, playing tetherball,

and just fussing and fighting in general.

These fights wouldn't last long,

with one or the other of us 

sheepishly heading over to the front porch

of the other and inquiring...through gap-toothed grins...

if the other could come out and play.

Ahhh, the innocence of youth! 

Good times. 

 I think there's still a bit of that tow-headed tomboy in me...

I'm not a salon gal...I'd much rather toss on a baseball cap

than spend time styling my coif.

And the one and only 

manicure I've ever had?
The week of my wedding.

Don't like Oprah ( I know, blasphemer! ), 

the Lifetime channel,

or Zumba,

and I'm strictly about comfort when it comes to shoes.

I think about these seeming 

contradictions within my nature

at the oddest times.

Like today, when I was doing this photo shoot in my kitchen.

There I was, digging through one of our barns looking for a prop...

fearlessly climbing over rusty, crusty treasures

and digging in cobweb covered boxes.

Only to run screaming outside at the sight 

of one lone little wasp.

I think I scared 

the poor little feller to death.

Some days I'm leather, others lace.

That's the beauty of being a girl.

I'm allowed to be both,

unapologetically and fearlessly.

Embrace your contradictions, 

they make you you.

And you know what?

They make you beautiful!