City girl, mountain girl, girly girl

Right, so I am none of the above except I am a girl. Last week someone asked me if I'm a "mountain girl" now. Earlier someone had commented that I was a "city girl" because I was wearing boots. I promptly lifted my jeans to show that they were actually cowboy boots. So what am I? I am a little bit of everything I guess, which is actually kind of fun. I can wear my black ensemble and go for cocktails, throw on my boots for some live country or bluegrass, or wear sweats for two weeks straight. I grew up in the suburbs of DC, then the country, then Pittsburgh. I went to college in a poor, poor, small town, then moved to the big city for a decade. Now I'm in a happy place that is kind of a combination of it all. The best part? I can be myself, whoever that is on whichever day, because of course it changes. How could it not?

So wow, I am not a girly girl. I have known this but decided to write about it today. In general I tend to be a bit klutzy. With girly stuff, it's even worse. Sure, walking can be challenging for me so how about trying to paint my toenails - while actually keeping the paint on the toenail, not just the toe. It's tough. This morning I gave my toenails a spruce. It was after the first coat that I realized I hadn't put my jeans on yet...which gave me great reason to blog...as the paint dries and dries. Additional convincing evidence for my not-a-girly-girl case appeared this morning when I dropped lotion onto my brush. There is really no good way to remedy that. I have reigned in my tooth brushing which used to result in toothpaste down my entire arm...like to the elbow. Does/did anyone else in the world have that problem? I still have a gift of getting deodorant everywhere but it is not as bad as it used to be. When I was younger I consistently impressed people. "Wait, is that...? How did you get deodorant there?"

These days I have accepted myself for who I am. I wear makeup if I feel like it. I try to keep my nails painted in the summer. I attempt to not look like a hideous mess when I leave the house. Sometimes I fail, sometimes I don't. I've always refused to label myself but today I accept the label of non-girly-girl and that should cover me for awhile.