Tuesday, May 12, 2009
When I was a little girl and dreamed of dating, it was all about pretty hair and shiny dresses and lipstick pinker than berries. Today it is all about comfy shirts, jeans cut just right, shoes that I can walk in, and lipstick redder than berries. But one thing that little girl dream forgot was that halfway through dinner that lipstick gets smeared and needs to be checked, reapplied and checked again. Sometimes the big girl forgets it too. And so truly, we never really grow up.
Posted by dekaN dc at Tuesday, May 12, 2009