Do you know that when I was a little girl I was a proud tomboy?
Between the ages of 9 and 13 I did not once wear a dress.
I climbed trees and refused to brush my hair and dreamed of being a Gladiator when I grew up.
To this day I can't bear to wear pink.
Today, this post is brought to you by my all-consuming love for the feminine frills of my flouncy petticoat.
Funny, innit?
(As a post-script, I present a toilet's-eye-view of my beautiful petticoat hanging up to dry over the bath. SO MANY LAYERS!)
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