After being confronted with written evidence, Julie admits that she is a total attention whore. In some things, in some ways, sometimes I look outward for validation of my worth and existence. I admit it. It's my weak spot, my vanity spot . If you say I am clever, comment on a post, offer me an award, mention me on your blog, reply to a comment I left on your blog, or in any way flatter me as a writer...I am hopelessly, slavishly devoted to you. I will probably even add you to my blogroll just so everyone can see the list of all the cool kids who actually like me . The girl, she knows she is vain in this regard , but after much vanity discussion and navel-gazing , she has decided to love herself anyway, as she is (ironically) and will keep searching for (1) internal validation and (2) her first person . Until I reach a better point of self-actualization, though, may I just say that this week you people have been better than prozac and chocolate (together, with a side of white choc
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I approve.
you have some lovely, lovely girls there.
Running on empty
It looks like a grand time. I love that last shot of your girls in their pink finery and cool shades
Oh hell I'm turning into my mother....
and warmth....what's THAT like?!?!
It's funny, I was thinking to myself yesterday that there are places in this world where people can have outdoor egg hunts. How grand it would be to have an outdoor egg hunt...and there you have offered proof of its grandness.
I love Pers's pants/shorts (or is that a skirt-like item) ensemble. I have a daughter who wears such things regularly, since we still have snow on the ground here but the siren song of spring clothing is a strong one.
But you guys? have actual spring flowers! And gorgeous Easter fairies to pose in front of them!