When I was little my mother would not let me get a pair of sparkly Mary Janes. Even though I knew they were the most elegant shoes on earth, she thought they were tacky. I think most of my neuroses stem from this egregious affront…
Certainly my attraction to anything glittery is due to these beautiful Mary Janes that I never got to wear…
When I was a little girl my mom made me a rule – before leaving the house I had to remove one piece of jewelry. My daughter will never be subject to such fascist policy…
For Maddy’s 2nd birthday, she got everything I never had but always wanted as a child. It was the very best birthday of my life. I finally have a playhouse, a baby doll stroller (a realistic one, NOT the silly plastic one of my youth), several sets of dangly clip-on earrings, and finally, sparkly Mary Janes…
Pretty Pretty Princess is an underrated and forgotten board game. In college my roommates and I had a PPP party. It was a success…
Eloise could be the single most influential literary character in my life. My fashion sense, my attitude – not to mention my body type – are thanks to this spunky 6-year-old…Also – Eloise worse a pair of black patent leather Mary Janes. These my mom approved of, and I had several pairs in different sizes.
I'm Worried My Therapist Hates Me: A neurotic millennial's musings and doodles on life, parenthood, and the myriad ways she can blame her mother for her troubles. 