Not
everyone may think pretty things are important, but I do. I think if everything’s pretty, it can do a
lot to make you happy, or at least it works that way for me. Any of my friends would be able to tell you
how much I love pretty things, and how I’m always talking about them. I love anything sparkly, pearls, bows,
clothes, any and all Lilly Pulitzer things; I guess that’s just part of me
being a preppy girly-girl. But it’s not
just superficial things that I find pretty.
Days, what’s outside, even ideas can be pretty to me. What’s important is finding what you think is
pretty, and surrounding yourself with it.
Right now, I think that the snow is so pretty. It's probably because it hardly snowed at all
last Friday, and I really want it to. I love the way that it just covers
everything in this sparkly blanket of pure white. (See, I threw sparkly in
there. Anything that sparkles is pretty!) The icicles are really pretty too,
with the way they just decorate trees and roofs with their glittery spikes. The snow makes everything clean and new; it
creates a whole new world. I find that
to be really neat because snow is just frozen water, yet it completely
transforms everything. That’s another
thing; snow is made out of frozen water, which is pretty boring if you ask
me. Yet, when it’s snow, it’s all
glittery and perfect, just because it did a simple thing like freeze. I love that something so simple can be so
pretty; not everything pretty has to be complicated.
