Growing up, when I wasn't spending hours of time talking to myself in the mirror, I would spend the rest of my time playing dress-up. My mom had gone to Goodwill and bought a bunch of clothes for me and my cousin to play with. I can remember this white shawl with fringe that I thought made me look much older than my 4 years. Then again it could've been the tennis balls I stuck down my shirt to channel Dolly Parton a la 9 to 5.
I have no idea why I did that, other than I've always wished I had been born with a little more up top. That's a story for a different time. Or never.
The point is, I dressed up constantly. Then I would get out the tape recorder and sing some song or have my mom interview me because the tennis balls made me famous. Just like Dolly.
In the last couple weeks Zoe has started to enjoy dressing up. She has some jewelry, butterfly wings and princess shoes. Her current style is Cinderella.
It warms my heart to the point of almost bursting to see her enjoying dress up. It's going to take our tea parties to a whole different level.
She already has the stance of a princess lounging ever so dramatically after a long day.
Please excuse the laundry on the princess's throne, her maid is a little behind. She doesn't have any mice to help her.
Which she is very thankful about. The frogs are enough.
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