Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
I can’t tell you how my garden grows right now. It’s too cold and wet to go out there much. But, you know, it’s fine.
It’s not why I quoted that nursery rhyme anyway.
The relevant word in that quote is ‘contrary’. That’s me. No doubt about it.
A bit over a month ago, I wrote a post that ended with the line “I am not a girly girl. Never have been. Never will be. And I’m fine with that.”
A bit over a fortnight ago, I went out and bought four dresses. And I’ve been wearing them. Mostly to very public occasions.
So after my very clear message that I refuse to be pigeon-holed into some outdated definition of womanhood, you’re probably thinking, “What the…?”
I can’t help it. It’s like a sickness.
The moment people begin to expect me to be something, I want to be something else.
Why else would I be a Jack of All Trades?