When I was little, I was the biggest tomboy around. It didn't help that my Mom (whom I adore) didn't think it was a big deal for her little girl to run around in her brother's hand-me-downs. I have to say in my Mom’s defense, she was under duress. She had her hands full with four kids, and quite honestly, one of them was always in serious trouble (no, it wasn't me . . . not that I was an angel all the time). Worrying about what her children were wearing was not her top priority. Besides, my brothers’ clothes were still in good condition and I wasn't complaining.
My childhood wasn’t completely devoid of feminine charms, however. I did have a most beloved pair of red shoes. Click here to read a little tale about them.
When I wore the red shoes, the tomboy in me fled and everything princess and fairy tale grew and took over. I was Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, and the princess who could be bruised from head to foot by simply sleeping on a pea.
By the time I was in high school, the tomboy had taken a back seat to the emerging young lady. I was fully immersed in the world of girly delights, pretty dresses, vintage clothing, and (gulp) high heels.
Below are some pretty feminine inspirations I have in my bedroom. The pink beauties inspired my new banner.