Girlie, I think not...

Guess what folks?  My nails are painted.  Oh yes they are.  I painted Leah's last night and, in return, she wanted to do mine.  I debated and debated and finally let her.  I normally don't wear nail polish on my fingers.  It drives me crazy, and I'm not sure why.  Perhaps it is because I equate nail polish with being girlie, and I - my friends - am far from girlie.  

I think that I used to be a bit girlie when I was younger.  I liked to wear dresses and skirts and even wore heels. Now, I can twist my ankle just wearing tennis shoes.   I wouldn't mind being girlie, but there's a big problem:  I don't know how!  My hair, bless my heart, might be some of the worst hair in the world.  I have fought my natural curl/wave/frizz for YEARS, but have recently tried to embrace it.  With lots of mousse and gel, I can get it to curl without too much frizz, but then it looks hard and crunchy all day.  It is a no win situation.  I just have crappy hair genes.  

Make up is another girlie procedure that I am not good at.   I wear foundation - to cover the zits.  I wear mascara because my eye lashes are blond and without the mascara, I look like I am missing my eye lashes.   I wear powder  to cover the zits even more.   I have tried to do eye shadow but it just never looks right when I do it.   Lipstick - oh my mercy - if I put it on, I spend the next few hours constantly licking, trying to get every speck of it off.

I don't really have girlie clothes either, probably because I don't want to spend the money on them.  I like stuff, but I like it cheap!  It seems that the more girlie the clothes are, the more expensive they are.

Sigh.  I might be a girl by gender, but I am not good at it.  I guess I'll just continue to be me...plain ole' Erin who wears foundation, mascara, powder, and clearance rack clothes!  Woot!

Thank you for your time.