How Can a Post Be Girly But Not Talk About Shoes?

So when I started this blog I was all about the “girly.” It seemed that I was in the midst of a hardcore spa phase, and every second post seemed devoted to the newly polished state of my toes, the newly buffed and rubbed down state of my back, or the sparkly state of my fingers.

Then I remembered that I am not an heiress and that sort of behaviour fell by the wayside.

Shall we talk about money for a moment? $2,500.00 for a bloody condo special assessment on floors, and almost $1000.00 on the car I’ve only had for 2 years. Le sigh.

Anyhow, this weekend I brought it all back. The girliness I mean. Not the money-spending. (See above). Not that I went to the spa. Oh no. One doesn’t need to get her girly on by getting buffed, polished and sparkled. I found other ways my pretties.

Let’s look at some of the uber stereo-typed definitions of “girly” shall we?

1. Shopping
2. Chocolate
3. Cute Boys
4. Drinks with excess fruit and/or garnish
5. Gossiping
6. Lamenting about how evil men are
7. Sex Toys
8. Wrapping pretty things up in cellophane (this may be Princess-specific)
9. Giggling
10. Crying

Yup, I did all of the above this weekend. (Please note, I did not do a cute boy this weekend – see #7)

Now I won’t bore you by explaining each point in excruciating detail (thereby simply turning this into a “what I did over the weekend” post) but will simply point out some of the highlights.

Dinner with a girlfriend that I only see once a year or so involved the drinking, giggling, gossiping AND lamenting about mens’ evils (mostly on her part as she’s going through a divorce).

Saturday? Involved me making a concerted effort to stay home and “clean” and NOT spend money. Tidying and neatening count as cleaning right? Running the dishwasher? Essentially I ended up having a spectacularly impressive depression-fest that day which involved me getting all teary with my person on the phone, talking about how all men suck (in this case I meant my brother and male friends). Then proceeding to sit on the couch for hours watching “Angel” (=cute boys) and eating chocolate cake.

Then because I was so proud of my abstinence of the day before, I went shopping on Sunday. And bought things I needed people. Don’t be so judgy. Chocolate & cellophane: I am doing an Alumni event which involves me having to wrap up little packets of Hershey’s Hugs & Kisses in ribbon & cello. (What’s torture for one person, is absolute bliss for our Princess).

All in all? A pretty girly weekend.

Today, though is a whole new era.

Men not so evil.

I threw out the rest of the chocolate cake.

All the chocolate is wrapped.

I won’t be seeing that friend again for another year.

I am marginally less teary/depressed.

How was your weekend?