blouse: target vest: mommed skirt: TJ Maxx tights: Kohl's socks: Walmart boots: thrifted watch: thrifted
My soul is a strange soul. It loves old people. It wants to be their bffs, party with them, swap stories with them, cut my hair in a fro and dye it till it turns blue. The works! Oh this love of old people, it is peculiar indeed. So Sunday I was at church, and I was presented with two options. Sit with the young girls at church that talk about trying to get pregnant, where they got their new boots, and how their new hair color just didn't work out the way they planned....OR....sit with ladies that looked something like this
(okay minus the hair color) and listen to them talk about the pumpkins that are taking over their yard, a ladies stories about moving from Columbia in the 50's to live in America and their very favorite soup recipes because it's getting so "nippy". Please, do you even need to ask who I chose.
It served me well.
This week I have a date with my 80 year old Columbian friend (who called me a cubie....a cubie!!! Hopefully that means cute and not cube like?) to make her secret traditional recipes from Columbia! Who needs young friends when you've got such awesome ladies like these to knit and wear granny sweaters with. They get me! They really get me!