“Playing dress begins at age five and never truly ends.” – Kate Spade
There is just something about getting dressed up. For me, it means something exciting is about to happen. Ever since I was little I have always loved dresses. My Grandma would always buy me the cute frilly ones, and I would wear them with leotards and fancy shoes. My mom would braid my hair or curl it, and it made me feel beautiful. To this day, I still love to get all dolled up.
Not all women are into makeup, hair, lipstick, and high heels. And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. My daughter actually prefers tights and t-shirts, along with low ponytails and running shoes. Every once in a while I can talk her into a cute braid, or she lets me curl her hair for a special event. But for the most part, comfort comes first in her eyes. You go, girl! Don’t get me wrong, I am a tights and comfy shirt girl too; jammie days happen and we love them.
But I also truly love to take time to get myself beautified.
Being a stay-at-home mom, it becomes easier to just be comfy, especially if I am spending the day cleaning and doing laundry. But after a while, I begin to feel a little less polished. I find if I am having one of those down days, taking some extra time to pick an outfit, do my hair and makeup, and select some jewelry gives me a boost, and I feel much lighter.
On special occasions, such as a wedding, adult gathering, or even date night with my hubby, I pull out my dresses. I love the way I feel when I wear a dress; it makes me feel very feminine. I love wearing high heels, I love taking the time to do my makeup and picking out jewelry to match my outfit. I love curling my hair and spraying my favourite perfume. And just before I am ready to go out, I pick out a lipstick.
Cute story – when my son was younger he was just fascinated when I wore lipstick. He would always kiss my lips to see if it came off onto his. I love hanging on to those sweet little memories.
Going into December there are a lot of gatherings taking place in our home. Which means a wardrobe of dresses, and I couldn’t be more excited!