Everyone has something they are good at. We all have strengths and weaknesses. I learned in my time in business that you should always point out positives before negatives, so here we go. I can cook, I keep a neatish house, I homeschool ( this should count as a superpower). I keep abreast of current affairs, even try to help out when I can. Then it strikes me….I fail at being girly.
Now, this is not a tragedy by any stretch of the imagination. I am sure my husband is happy to not have a high maintenance wife. Yet everytime I try, I feel like there is just a disconnect. My toes are a mess and painting them myself usually ends up in tears. Everytime I pick out nail polish it is the same damn color. We will not even talk about my hair style, or lack thereof.
My shoes never match my bag, and I only wear heels when I can’t get away without. I learned a long time ago walking in heels is just not for me. I might be able to do a wedge if I try real hard. It seems everyone I know owns a Coach bag, and I just can't see spending that much on something to carry a wallet in. Hell, I carried a diaper bag for way longer just so I did not have to find a purse.
I really don’t know why this bothers me. My husband likes how I do my makeup and hair. He has never complained about my pony tail, or flats. He usually says very little about how I dress. Even when I ask…. Smart man!
It just seems that I lack the gene to be girly. I don’t see shoes and swoon. I don’t count a trip to Ulta as fun. I don’t get my nails done; truth be told, I am a nail biter so it is a battle for me to even have nails. I hate shopping; the thought of it makes me break out in hives. I don’t want to deal with picking out matching clothes, and frankly I would rather find a new kitchen gadget or sofa or anything but pick out clothing.
Alas, I have to be presentable, and I am very well aware of this. So I do my best and cross my fingers that when I leave the house I don’t look like Punky Brewster (oops just dated myself). I only apply makeup when I think the situation calls for it, and the twice a year I am called upon to wear heels, I cringe.
I wonder if there is a class on how to be girly. Oh, well, I would probably fail. I will stick to canning vegetables and making dinner, drying herbs and making laundry soap. Things I know, things I enjoy. Easy and comfortable, that’s me.