Little girl-ness
“Oh, MARY! LOOK!”
Sussex Drive. Downtown Ottawa. Very pretty (except for that plug-ugly American embassy brooding over the environs, blocking the formerly lovely view of the Market from Major’s Hill Park, AND taking up HALF the damned street besides), very tourist-y, nicely artsy.
The kids have been full of lookits the whole trip. The bus! The tractor! The geese! The tall building! The Peace Tower! The mountie!
And now? Now Anna’s little girly, frou-frou, bling queen heart is overflowing.
“Oh, MARY!” Her breath is a sigh. “Lookit that beeeeyoutiful dress!”
She doesn’t know it’s a wedding dress. She’s not dreaming of her future groom, nor even that breathless Walk up the Aisle. It’s just a dress, but so… beeeeeeyoutiful…
That is SO SWEET.
I thought so. She is a sweet little girl, and that whole picture? Made my heart go gooey… 🙂
I know that shop. That little girl has good taste.
It is nice, isn’t it? But her taste? This time it was elegant, but if the mannikin had been wearing ten pounds of rainbow sequins, rhinestone slippers, all topped by peacock feathers? She’d have had the same response…
That girl really does have good taste. I think I still feel the same way when I see something pretty.
I think the ability to appreciate beauty is a gift to humankind. There’s no functional reason for it… and yet it’s there. Every time I well up in pleasure at a beautiful sight, I am grateful for it.
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