Since I had my first baby over 5 years ago, I've put on makeup maybe a handful of times. I wear a skirt or dress once a week, at most. I own three pairs of heels, all under half an inch, all of which were (or will be) worn as part of a bridal party. I wouldn't really call myself the fancy type of gal, though I certainly do like to dress up, and be wined and dined once in a while (hint, hint, honey).
My girls, on the other hand, *love* to be fancy. Purses, shoes, hats, the works. Dresses, tiaras, sunglasses and feather boas. In October, Rebecca will be the flower girl and Jess will be the ring bearer for my cousin's wedding, and they are just having a blast with the whole idea.
Trying on dresses at every opportunity. The lightest of pinks, with light beading and lace detail. Ah, gosh, she looks so delicate and graceful, my big girl. And there was no way Jessie was going to let me get away with not letting her try it on, too.
The same dress, on my baby. I could look at this picture all day.