Porphyrogene!

In general, I would not consider myself a girly-girl.  I like jeans, I like comfyness, I don’t spend more than 2 minutes in the morning on my hair. 

However, if you were to view my shoe closet, you might think differently.  You might venture to stamp a big "STILETTO WEARING GIRLY GIRLY" tattoo on my forehead. However, that’s not the worst of it.  I’m about to confess to you a secret, not-so-secret, obsessive passion of mine. 

Tulle.

It started to take a definitive shape sometime in college.  I am an avid Thrift store peruser.  I love a good bargain, and whilst still in College, I made it one of my missions to collect as many knee length tiered skirts as possible.  Then I would painstakingly sew 6 inch (or more) lengths of tulle to the inside of the skirts to "poof" them out.  Then, I started exploring harder things like lace and ribbon flowers.  I was soon a junky and what started out as an innocent past time has now left me with over 20 skirts, "poofed" out with tulle, lace all over them and many hours of my life defined in my memory as only hand-sewing black out periods.  I can’t recall exact details after getting into the swing of pinning and sewing… but when I would wake up I would be stiff, there would be stray pins on the floor (super fun!), and before me would lay a lacey, tulle-y confection of deliciousness.

The peak of my Tulle delight was obviously my wedding gown.  I felt enveloped by a cloud, it was exquisite. 

Now I’ve been married for over a year and my wedding gown is hermetically sealed in a box so that when I offer it to my future-daughter, 80 bajillion years from now, she can tell me she thinks it’s lame. 

What I realized last night as I looked upon my most recent obsessive craft idea (Tutus), is that I think I have outgrown tulle. In my mind I would LOVE to flounce around in tulle skirts all day… but actually, that probably wouldn’t look good at ALL on me now.  In fact, it would probably look sad.  And I don’t want to look sad! I want to look JOYFUL! Tulle! Yay! 

Alas I think it is time to start to pass tulle strewn objects on to the next generation… Reluctantly.  Slowly and with a great deal of grumbling I think I might start to possibly consider maybe giving away (or maybe selling?) some of my tulle confections of the future because - *sob* - I can no longer pull them off myself.

So, what’s next? I grow out of light up sneakers or something? Dude. That will be a sad day as well.