paintin' the barn

So in preparation for this evening's bachelorette festivities in Atlanta, I spent the better part of the day getting ready. Ya know, primping. Hair and makeup. Or as June (Honey Boo Boo's mom, duh) puts it-- puttin' a li'l paint on the ol' barn.

Obviously my barn doesn't get painted too often, as evidenced by Zoe's (my five-year-old roommate) reaction to seeing me looking like this. 

"MISS ERIKA!! You look so DIFFERENT! You look...so PRETTY!! Miss Erika, I never SEE you look like this! Look at your face! Miss Erika, where is your ponytail? I didn't know your hair could be curly. Miss Erika you look like a BARBIE! Why do you look like that? Miss Erika, are you going to look like this always now?"

Well, despite her overwhelming enthusiasm for my new look (and for saying my name), I'm afraid I will not be looking like this all the time now. It takes more than 3 minutes to look like this, so obviously I can't make that kind of commitment on a regular basis. But thanks for the voice of support.

She walks by me occasionally with a look of awe on her face. "Miss Erika, do you always have those shoes? Why don't you wear them? Where did you get your necklace? Why did you want to look so pretty?"

Apparently I should paint the barn more often.