Monday, September 13
For reals. I don't think I've been braver in my entire life than when I stepped into this field today. If it wasn't for some serious pep-talking from the hubster, a couple of self preparatory war-cry squeals and that irresistible golden light on that golden field ... I wouldn't have been able to do it. But. I did it. As evidenced by that awkie second picture that resembles something like "I'm trying to smile with my mouth closed, but oh my gosh there's a nast-ola cricket on my leg and I just can't help but scream-it-out-girly-style a little bit". I also did it, just to prove to husband that indeed, this outfit works. The self-appointed fashion-po-po actually giggled a little bit when he saw my ensemble.
But did I falter? No. No I did not. I took a picture. Or rather the po-po did. And in the end ... I think he actually came around to liking my outfit. But mostly I think he just liked the crickets.