1. An affinity for sparkly things
2. A love of playing dress-up
3. Believing that they are a princess
Most girls grow out of these things by middle school, when they start down that long, difficult road called "maturity." Except I think I missed a sign somewhere for that road, because I took a wrong turn and missed it. Like, whoa - totally missed it. I've grown up in a lot of ways this year, but in some ways I think I just never will. The aforementioned three are among those that I'm never going to give up. Just the other day I said to Rex, "One of the things I love about you is that you recognize, acknowledge, and revere the fact that I am always wearing an invisible tiara." And really, we can all blame Rex for that one because if he didn't treat me like such a princess, I probably wouldn't act like one. He buys me flowers so often that sometimes the old ones aren't even dead before I have new ones. Last year he asked me what kind of gemstone he hasn't already bought for me, and I couldn't think of one because he has bought me at least one of every gemstone. A few weeks ago I casually mentioned that I had been feeling stressed out, and the next day - boom - spa gift card waiting for me on the dining room table when I got home. The other day he left a note in our refrigerator on the milk - THE MILK - to tell me that he hoped I would have a great day. This guy is nuts. He acts like I'm a princess. SO. My princess complex I'm blaming on him. The other ones are probably just my fault.
This weekend I got to go to Chicago with my mom, My Aunt Chris, and my cousin Erin. We had a great time Black Friday shopping, but my favorite part was trying on all of the fun clothes that I couldn't afford (playing dress-ups, remember?). Look at this gorgeous sparkly blue dress. Erin's was awesome too. And sparkly. See why we're related? But except ERIN - why didn't you take off your socks? You look like a weirdo. Do you see anyone on the red carpet wearing socks?? We're clearly going to have to prep you more thoroughly before the Oscars. Or, as Nana would say, "I'm only telling you this so that you're ready when you have tea with the queen." The queen wants you to take of your socks, Erin. Don't make her think that is some kind of weird American fashion.
I found the most beautiful and so, so sparkly silver dress, but it was $289. WHAAAAAAAT? I have no money to buy it and nowhere to wear said beautiful dress (the queen has not yet invited me for tea, despite all of my Nana's insistent preparations), so I sadly put it back. BUT LOOK AT HOW SPARKLY IT IS! I was a little bit in love. My heart is a little bit broken to have left this dress in Chicago. Someone pass me some chocolate.
There was a fab teal dress at New York and Company, but my Aunt Chris couldn't get it off of the mannequin. I was laughing so hard at this that I almost peed my pants. I wish you could have seen how awkward this looked in real life (but look at the way the mannequin's arms are positioned - there is no shot that she could get this off. I don't know how they even got that on in the first place). We all tried on dresses at that store, and it was fun to peek out of the dressing room and see some of my favorite people looking back at me. I love these women.
I rounded out the weekend setting up for Christmas with Rex. We set up the Christmas lights, and I got to hang my favorite ornaments. Can you guess which ones are my favorites? The sparkly ones, of course. The Christmas lights hit them just right and send showers of cheer throughout the whole room. We even put lights on Elsie's cat tree, hoping to inspire some Christmas cheer in her usually Grinchy self, but we're not too hopeful about that one.
Who cares if I never totally grow up? Maybe being me is all I can do, and maybe that's okay. Bring on the glitter.
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