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Tiptoe through the tulips

I wore the leopard print shoes to church on Sunday and got lots of compliments from all the women - but not from my feet! They're a little stiff (the shoes, not the women).  Didn't make it through kid's church with them on, but thankfully we had tables set up and the kids didn't notice me breaking the rules by kicking off my shoes underneath the table.  I don't think those 9 boys fully appreciated my glam anyway!

I am amazed at how my daughter is picking up my non-frufru habits without my intention.  Don't get me wrong, she is VERY girlie. But, she has to be persuaded to put on her tutu or tiara and then after about 10 minutes she lets me know that she is "done."

Here's Exhibit 'A' to illustrate how she feels about dressing up:
I know, baby, that's how I feel about wearing pantyhose too!
(Thank you for not judging me on the after-Christmas mess in the darkness behind her. . . )

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  1. amyluFebruary 2, 2011 at 5:35 AM

    Is that the dress that she didn't want to take off when the evening was over? It is so cute! I was just talking about the curse of panty hose yesterday...don't remember the last time I actually wore any!
    Stay warm, guys...

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