“Yes, I would love some chocolate.”
“A pedicure sounds fabulous.”
“I’m an autumn.”
“My favorite color is pink.”
Sometimes I’m not sure I make a very good girl. Not emphasis on good (although there’s truth in that too) but emphasis on girl.
Those phrases don’t come out of my mouth. They don’t even enter my head – except in the context of what I wouldn’t say.
I don’t talk about make-up. I don’t even know what most of it’s for and I would have no idea how to use it.
My pockets tend to be full because I don’t carry a purse.
When my friends talk about the different chemicals and processes they do to their hair, I can pick out a few phrases here and there that I recognize, but things beyond the basics of shampoo, conditioner, a brush, and a box of hair dye (in a fun color) don’t really enter my vocabulary.
I hate shopping. Clothes shopping, especially. (Get me out of here!)
Shoes are not my thing. I pretty much switch between two pairs of flip-flops and two pairs of tennis shoes. I have a nice-ish pair of shoes that can go with dresses (ugh) when I absolutely have to wear them – like at a wedding. And I can barely walk in heels. I can barely walk straight in normal shoes.
I’m not into jewelry. I didn’t even want a diamond in my wedding ring. Jeff insisted. So we compromised and I got the (almost) smallest one we could find.
I hate gossip.
I don’t grab my friends to go with me when I head toward the restroom.
But I do love some good girl time. Emphasis on girl.
A cup of coffee at The Grind with a friend.
A walk with my mom.
A phone chat with my sister.
An all-girl lunch at work.
A two-minute conversation with one of our nieces.
Those moments aren’t superfluous
superficial
extraneous.
They matter.
And the girly part of me needs them.