Ah, lazy family Saturdays. Today we went to a Fall Craft Fair. I wasn’t necessarily looking forward to the crafty part of it (except for my super-creative, amazingly trendy friend and her booth) but I was so wrong about what it would be like. There were all these 20-somethings (I can say that now as a mature 30-year-old) with funky jewelry, vintage aprons with sick material (I like how I think I can pull that off) and diaper bags, burp rags and blankets fit for any young family. I love that about our generation. We’re exposed to so so so many things that no one tells us what’s cool and what’s not. There’s too much out there to choose from in our interconnected world, so we just pick what suits us and put our own twist on it. It’s refreshing.
I wear aprons sometimes. If you asked me in high school if I would be an apron-wearing cookie baker I would’ve laughed at you. But now I wear this fun, bright, daisy-print number when I’m cooking something messy. And I feel so feminine. I like it. I don’t always wear it. And I get made fun of by my neighbor. But that’s why I like it. Cause when he teases me about it there’s a look in his eyes like, “Right on. You rock that Suzy Homemaker vibe” as he drives off on his Harley.
I think that’s what I most like about our generation. We seem to coexist pretty well.