Girl Stuff

I love make-up, hair, clothes, shoes...well pretty much all things girlie. I've loved these things with the exception of grade 9. Grade 9 was the year I kind of went a little weird, it was only for a year, but it was a weird year. I'd moved all the way from Yellowknife, North West Territories to the Annapolis Valley in Nova Scotia. That's a huge move peeps.

I was entering high school and I didn't know anyone. I made friends quickly but for reasons still unknown to me I decided I would no longer wear dresses. It was a pants only year. Which heck that was no big deal really, dresses weren't even a common item for girls my age. But...there was a Mother's Day Tea being held and it was required that all girls wear them. And I refused. I was taking a stand for my right to wear pants. I became quiet passionate about the quest and was able to bring my Mom into my way of thinking pretty quickly. We had to go all the way to the school board but I won my right. I remember I wore a gorgeous pair of my Mom's pants to the tea and I remember being proud to be different than everyone else. I wish I could remember what prompted me to be so bold.

Grade 10 was an entirely new year and I'm sure I wore dresses. I can't, in fact, remember another time where my clothes had anymore meaning than a fashion item. I'm glad I had that flashback today. I like that Grade 9 girl!