liking the colors in this blouse but knowing that it wasn’t a “cool” blouse… especially after my mom added the gold pipping it was even less cool. but she insisted i looked amazing. this is the same year i was confronted with name brands and cliques and realizing my pro-wings weren’t the coolest high tops after all.
and then there was 8th grade graduation… i was the only girl at the graduation not wearing a floral print dress or spring colors. it was after all, spring… but we went with this outfit… and according to “mom folklore” there was a gasp when i came on stage. you know, it’s one of those stories where your parents have to say you look amazing because they’re your parents… even though looking back you now have proof as to how you really looked all those years! i think how i’m holding that 1992 awning was the perfect touch!
i wasn’t always mistaken for a single mother… once i was mistaken for a mother of three! it was the summer before my sophomore year of college. my brothers and sisters and i were all waiting outside of the salt lake temple. my cousin becky was getting married. while we waited, we asked a nice old man to take a picture of the five of us. let’s quickly review our ages; me – 19, james – almost 14, leiland – 11, asia – 8, rachel – 3. the man took the picture, and then tapped my leg while pointing to james, “what a beautiful family you both have!” (check back for the picture)