Going Girly

For some time Beth has been against everything and anything girly and the colour pink has been to her like garlic to a vampire. But a transformation has been – very slowly – happening, starting funnily enough with cutting her hair very short. This seems to have been cathartic and released her from the desire to hide behind boyish clothes. This was I think partly a reaction to the bullying she experienced at school and I delight to see it go. I also delight in the actuality and the prospect of girly clothes, not too girly of course though.

So to Tesco we went, taking our voucher to keep the cost low, and a new wardrobe was acquired, full of lovely colours and flowing skirt like things. And – biggest shock of all as my kids duck when they see a camera, rather like the cats – a photo session was requested.

Here are the results:

But she is please to find that she can still climb the trees.

Talking about it to big sis.