I am in no way, shape or form a girly girl, which according to Wikipedia is defined as:
“…a slang term for a girl or woman who chooses to dress and behave in an especially feminine style, such as wearing pink, using make-up, using perfume, dressing in skirts, dresses and blouses, and talking about relationships and other activities which are associated with the traditional gender role of a girl.”
I’m not into ribbons and bows, lace or frilly flowery things.
I don’t wear a lot of makeup, if any, absolutely no sparkly stuff and you can typically find my hair pulled back in a ponytail under a baseball cap.
There are way more pairs of jeans and sneakers in my closet than dresses, blouses or heels. In fact, I look like the Jolly Green Giant whenever I try to walk in heels. Seriously, there should be a class.
I don’t like to shop, hate gossip, except of the celebrity variety and don’t know the current “in” princesses, although you’d have to be living under a rock not to have heard about Elsa and Anna.
And I hate the color pink!
It’s funny though, when Lucas was born I grew so tired of blue, my favorite color that very much out of character bought a hot pink wallet and then later purse to match.
Feeling engulfed by boys (just the two… my husband and son) I started to get comfortable with my feminine side. I began to enjoy getting dressed up in heels and dresses for date nights and dinner with my girlfriends and asked a friend more than once to help me apply my makeup.
Before the ultrasound tech could confirm I was having a boy with Lucas I knew and the same thing happened with Lola. I just felt she was a girl. I have always dreaded the possibility of having a daughter, which deserves to be the subject of its own post, but one main reason is because I still feel so out of touch with girly things.
And let’s face it, too much pink can be sickening!I refuse to buy Lola pink anything, but I still seem to be surrounded by the hue.
So while I’m not looking forward to braiding hair, pretend spa in my living room, cleaning up piles of glitter or the sheer drama that comes with being a female, I am s l o w l y embracing pink and hoping that Lola finds her own style as she grows, just so long as it isn’t to girly girl.
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We painted A’s nursery purple, but we were overwhelmed with pink for a while. You’ll find a balance, I know 🙂
Pink has ALWAYS been my favorite color, and I was still a little freaked out about having a girl. How do you brush her hair and talk about body issues and make sure she has a healthy self-esteem and on and on and on. What I can tell you is that it works itself out. She will be who she will be, girly or not so much, and as long as you embrace and support *that* then that is all that matters.
I’m not a huge fan of pink either but it does look pretty on girls. 🙂 I do like those gorgeous pink roses up there, however!
And I know what you mean about ALL the pink and frills, but after having a daughter, it’s good to know there are lots of other things to wear for girls out there and that she doesn’t have to always wear it.
I’m just like you, Tonya!
I grew up totally a tomboy, and even now, I am not a fan of pink and purple. I do like dressing up and looking nice (and have a weakness for jewellery) but for the most part, I go for comfort and practicality.
I am looking forward to and at the same time, kinda scared, to my baby girl in a few short months. I do love all the baby girl clothes though! (but I stuck to yellows and florals mostly)
I have tons of fushia! Most of it is on t-shirts! As a boy mom I wear tons of t-shirts.
I *so* get the part where you say you started to embrace your feminine side while living in a house of boys. I didn’t like pink until I became the Mom of a little boy (and then two). Pink and being a little girly has been my way to step outside the constant boy-ness that I find myself in. Though I admit that if this coming baby is a girl, I’ll be more likely to dress her in pretty blues and yellows than pink, unless of course I’m gifted with lots of pink.
I love pink and fully embraced it when I had our daughter. I didn’t really see the harm, and now that she is firmly embedded in the tween years, she couldn’t care less about it. She is her own girl, pink or otherwise.