I've been bugged and bugged and bugged about posting something 'for real' on my blog. The thing is I really wanted to have the first officially post be the background story, and telling that would take time, which I didn't have much of this week amidst all of my awesome homework assignments. Anyway here goes: the Making of the Adventures of the Red Hat.
Tomboy: a girl who enjoys rough, noisy activities usually associated with boys. That pretty much sums up my childhood. If it involved dirt, physical contact, swords, guns, footballs, or anything else normally categorized under what boys do, I wanted in. That included things like having a buzz cut or wearing a suit to church, I wanted to know why I couldn't enjoy things exactly the same way my three brothers did. My mom's compromise, at least for the hair, was that I could keep it at a bowl cut. Which for me usually also meant there was some kind of ball cap involved, because even if my hair was a little longer you could hardly tell when I put a hat on.
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| A boxing, ski goggle wearing version of Pocahontas. |
The summer I turned 12, right before I headed off to the big kids world of middle school, my mom said it was time for me to either wear pink to school EVERYDAY, or grow out my hair. I obviously chose the hair option. That same summer we were headed on a month long trip to the East Coast. Of course if you're growing out your hair and you are headed somewhere infinitely more humid than Utah you're going to want a hat to keep the hair out of your eyes. Well, my mom wasn't a huge fan of my hat collection. It involved mostly a lot of camo. She said it was time for a new hat. Enter the infamous Red Hat. Now at first I hated that hat. I wore it for the duration of the trip, but anytime after that I would continue to wear my camo ones. Little did my mom know that it was this hat I would grow to love. This would be the hat to accompany me on my many adventures, most of which involved a lot of sweat and dirt, 2 things not very good for the life of a hat. Both of which I think add character to anything.
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| Eating Whoopie Pies on top of Timp. Best thing ever. |
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| Jim and I on top of Timp |
At the beginning of this year I really wanted to start a journal or scrapbook of my many adventures and title it something about my red hat, but it never happened. I am not a huge fan of having to write anything by hand or actually copy and paste things with a glue stick. (Yes you can blame that on the generation I was born). Then my friends started pestering me about a blog. They said my stories and insights were really good and I ought to document them (or at least that's what they said to my face) and urged me to start a blog. I really didn't' want to cave to that sort of thing. But eventually I did cave to the pressure and now we have this blog. The Adventures of the Red Hat.
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| Service project in July with my good friend Madi. |
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| There's always got to be some hunting pictures included. |
In case you were concerned, there certainly are more pictures of me and my lovely red hat. I'll add more from the younger years when I'm at home next.
Enjoy.
On slightly unrelated note, I really would like some help with formatting this blog from all you experts out there. I may like computer copy and pasting options better than glue, but that in no way means I am tech savvy. Any advice or help would be appreciated.
