Each time I look at the cute floor mat, designed with a purse and evening gowns, in our closet I think how wonderful it is to be a lady.
I’m here now looking at my pink mini notebook. The book has a drawing of a pink dress and green belt. Next to that is my note pad which is a green summer dress with pink flowes. On the refigerator lives a pink note pad, with a ribbon and a pink & green hat on the bottom. I can appreciate the cuteness of pink. I can be pleased when I’m done cleaning and the bathroon smells of orange pine-sol and sparkles.
I can take time putting heat rollers in my hair and watching the spectacular fall of the curls. I can put on dangerously high heels, my Audrey Hepburn shades, grab an oversized handbag and go daintily about my day.
A pretty dress with a cheerful skirt can bring a smile to my face. The pink roses hubster brings me can brighten my day. I can hold hands and link arms with my man, my mother, my sister, my cousins and even my girlfriends and no one will frown.
I can throw myself in my sweetums arms and not fret he might fall or stumble, I can wriggle even deeper into the cuddle and fall asleep in his embrace (although if my head scarf falls off, its goodbye to straight hair cuz I hate to interrupt my sleep to put it back on). I don’t have to touch icky door handles or open the car door.
I can talk on the phone forever and ever about nothing. I can walk through the airport with my lime green knit shirt, lime green duffle, lime green purse and be fab.
I did decorate our main bathroom in blue in honor of my honey but the office bathroom is pink and green.
Everytime I spend a weekend with the girls I’m amazed by the amount of beauty and pamper products, and clothes and shoes that appear. When 3 of my sorors came to Long Beach for our regional conference the room and bathroom had enough lotions, creams, potions, irons, and shoes for 20 people. I went to their room to get dressed for the gala and spent the night there, I brought nothing and I needed nada.
Going to my sisters house, to dinner or riding together to our chapter meetings is automatic fun. I still like to look through her closets and admire her home. I guess once a little sister, always a liitle sister, but sisters add to the joy of being a lady.
It is the bestest thing to be a lady!! When you add the joy of girlfriends, sisters, and beauty products, it quadruples the pleasure.