Thursday, October 22, 2009
I am not an extremely vain person. I do love style--just not fashion. Salon trips are more of a necessity than an urge. And I worry Georgia will want a designer handbag before she ages into the double digits. (I also pray she won't be embarrassed when I pick her up from school in exercise clothes.)
But, lately, I see a gleam of admiration in her eyes when I wear a dress. And today while organizing boxes, she saw our wedding photo (make-up, gown...you know) and squealed "Mommy" (as in that's mine).
So this afternoon, at the salon, I knew I shouldn't let the girls paint her little toes--lest I create a vain mini monster. Really, I'd prefer (for a long while yet) to consistently find dirt behind her nails than vamp red on top. And I rather she surf than shop.
But once in a while? I just couldn't resist. And doesn't she look, well, satisfied?