What do you wear to a blog?

~Well, look at me. My first blog. Here I am all dressed up and ready to go. Somewhere. Everywhere. Not just anywhere because I'm picky. Let me correct that... I am selective. I like the sound of that much better. I named my blog Girly Girl Grown Up because I think that fits me as good as any other name. I thought about "Channeling Doris Day", but a friend of mine vetoed that. It's not far from the truth, it just isn't as catchy as it could be. Everything has to be catchy. If it's not, then people just skip right over to the next catchy thing. People have such short attention spans, myself included. If I can't get an immediate spark from something or someone then I'm movin' on. That's too bad because I think we miss out on some GOOD stuff because we are in a hurry to find the GREAT stuff. And really, who finds GREAT stuff on every corner? From yard sales to clearance racks... you have to wade through lots of good stuff to get to that one really GREAT thing.
~~Time. No one has any. Well, no one I know. If you have some, can you send some to me, preferably gift wrapped in something pretty and frilly and girly? Which brings me to the title of my blog. I'm a girly girl. Always have been. If that is not catchy enough for you or if you are short on time then you might want to move on to the next good thing... maybe it will be GREAT even.
~~~I am a thirty something (hanging on to my 30's by a thread) wife, mom, friend, volunteer, community activist, Wonder Woman type. I don't have a really cool invisible plane but I do have quite a bracelet collection. Jewelry, purses, shoes. Ahhhh. Simple pleasures. Which brings us right back to the girly girl thing. I LOVE being a girl. Isn't that a tune from an old musical? I love those too. Especially if Doris Day is starring. She is my hero. Really. The ultimate girly girl, wife, mom, friend (I'm just sure of it), volunteer, community activist, Wonder Woman.
~~~~I live with males. Not exactly the optimum girly girl playground. I have a great husband and two great sons. BUT... there is a lot of testosterone in my home. Sports stuff. Smelly stuff. Boy stuff. I don't mind it. I'm a boy mom, I get that. I wanted boys. I prayed hard for a second boy after I had my first. I'm surely blessed. Is there room in my male dominated home for a girly girl grown up Doris Day wannabe Wonder Woman type? You bet! Being surrounded by all of this maleness only makes me more in tune with my girly girlness. Yes, my cute beaded shoes are sitting right next to some foul smelling soccer cleats and my latest must have frilly and furry handbag has a queso dip stain on it from an accidental 'uh-oh' by my youngest, but my stuff and their stuff can and do co-exist pretty well. Hey, there goes my new ankle strap wedges.... floating by in a river of testosterone. Gotta go fish them out and get all dressed up to go.