Labels. Eww, who wants one of those? I remember going into 7th grade and having a very serious talk with my neighbor friend, Christina. She had a notebook out and on it she had written something along the lines of; preppy, alternative, sporty, artsy. It was “totally super important”, she said, that we choose an identity that would define us for the rest of our junior high lives. Intense, I know. All I really could think of were the Spice Girls (I guess I’d want to be Baby or Ginger?). I think at the time I opted for alternative, which ended up being a bad play on my part (highlighted bangs, Jincos and Airwalks… need I say more?).
As an adult who has clearly defined herself (ahem) sometimes I still feel like that skinny girl in braces, wishing I were just a little bit of something else. In today’s case that ‘something else’ is folksy.
Aww to be folksy! I don’t even have a baby but hurry and give me cloth diapers. Friday nights could be spent “jamming” with my cool instrument playing friends (acoustic of course). And I’d be elbows deep distressing a vintage dresser I found at the flea market. My life would revolve around finding new ways to use mason jars and I’d take up knitting.
LOVE the album Goat Rodeo, my favorite folksy song:
Is it folksy to eat chips and salsa for breakfast?