Every princess needs her pod...

I'm a "girly-girl." (Is that term even still "in play"??) Growing up, I think I was called a "priss." It kind of smarted when I took an image workshop this year and that word came up. But there are many more sides to me than just that (luckily). And I can just use it in the acting!
Recently I went to a girl's apartment in Brooklyn. She and her husband have a loft. They actually have to share a shower and bathroom with others on their floor, which kind of stinks. But here's the thing: To make up for that, her husband built her her own dressing room in the loft. The walls are pink, and the floor is green. She has a white desk. And bookshelves full of grrl lit. And the Madonna nesting dolls! And all her clothes hung out where she can see them! And her shoes are on racks like in the store!! It's sooo much more than a California Closet! AND...she used to work at Barney's, so she has some serious brands in there.
OH, to have that! Or, even just a vanity!

2 Comments:
At 10:34 AM,
Anonymous said…
Did people call you a "priss"? When my little sister played t-ball my father was frustrated by her lack of aggression on the diamond. He then commented to me that "she isn't as bad as you and Shelley picking dandelions in the outfield. That was terrible." Travis recently helped me celebrate my inner girl. He painted my indoor porch pink with pink curtains and a great rug. Now it is my porch and I don't allow boys. It is great to be a girl. And dare to dream - one day you will have a vanity. Aub
At 10:31 AM,
Girl Ray said…
Ha, ha, ha! When my dad coached me in T-ball, the only way he could get me to do a good job was to tell me to run like a bee was chasing me! Why did I ever attempt "sports"? Really!
Enjoy your porch! That sounds delightful!
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