Today I look kinda prrrurty. I am wearing the lovely red dress Jen sent me post-O last summer (modestly twinned with a midnight blue top, because the world does not need/deserve to see my cleavage... cleavage, hah, I am growing increasingly self-delusional by the day), and the lovely little Joanna Rutter necklace that Katie sent me for my birthday. I was not the most feminine of women before I got me some mini-beasts and things have slipped the wrong side of hairy since. I never wear make-up (nutella, jam, miscellaneous squished fruit, these things do not count) or high heels, I rarely wear jewellery, I do not brush my hair (and thus frequently forget to brush my daughter's) and I shave when I start to trip over my leg hair when walking.
But recently I have discovered that I feel more like a real girl if I:
1. ... put on a dress, and
2. ... wear a necklace.
Feeling like a real girl has never been hugely important to me but I have to admit that at the grand old age of 34, I'm starting to quite like it. Though there is still a total embargo on pink.
So, today I look prrrurty. And because I don't have a camera you're just going to have to take my word for it.