So last summer when I was helping my mom organize our huge family collection of Halloween costumes, I had a realization: I am so not cool. I was folding dozens of size 1 outfits from the 60's and 70's while my mom recalled how much she had loved wearing them and how great they were. I tried to imagine Maggie and I doing that in the future. But somehow I couldn't.
The root of the problem is: I never had and probably never will have cool clothes. I like to blame this on lack of money, but its true cause is most likely complete lack of style. Sad. And true.
Not long ago, okay it was too long ago for my liking, but whatever... Dan and I had the opportunity to get together with some friends from my mission. We were all chatting about where we envisioned ourselves ending up after finally getting through school and settled into careers and all. Tasha said they wanted to live in Seatle. I tried to envision myself in Seatle and once again... my imagination failed me. I couldn't see it. Why not? Lack of coolness.
Well, then, where would we end up? The question was posed. And I realized...we're probably cool enough for Utah county, minus the east side of Provo. In my dreams I could live in Santa Fe, NM...but then I remember that my wardrobe needs serious help and some stylin' accessories and I have more desire to eat Kraft Macaroni and Cheese than anything organic (its a whole lot cheaper). So, that reminds me that I'd be better suited for Lehi.
I'm not saying this to seek your pity. But rather to inform you. If you were under the mistaken impression that I am cool, you must know that I am not. But if you're looking for someone honest, well intentioned, and occassionally funny--I'm your girl.