"The French girls would tell
you, to believe that you were
pretty would make you so."
Wives and Daughters
I am still without a computer of my own but I'm trying not to let it slow me down!
I have pretty well used this blog as a confessional to announce my inherent, undeniable, utterly girly personality to the world! I love to see pretty things, make pretty things, and feel pretty. It could be considered an addiction but I am not convinced that it is an unhealthy one. The world can be a beautiful place and I think that we are meant to admire it and to make it more beautiful through our everyday actions and the things we love. My love for beautiful things is inspired by my Mother and her creativity. My sister and I didn't have rooms full of toys growing up - we made our own games and spent a lot of time together as a family. Our best and brightest memories are of girly outings with my Mum and Nana. I remember buying my first bottle of perfume - I liked it so much that I was afraid to use too much of it and have it be all gone! It lasted a decade or more until the scent had all but faded away from the tiny glass vial. My pretty little things have pretty memories attached to them and, more than that, they tell a story about the kind of girl I am. Shy, romantic, old-fashioned, neat, fussy, and a hundred other things. Here are some pictures of a few of my pretty little things...