Stu Co Flashback

In 8th grade I decided to run for student council representative. I honestly can’t even remember if I made it or not…I think I did, but it might have been one of those things where everyone made it. What I remember most about running for student council was what I wore. More specifically, whose clothing I wore.

The day before the big election, I wiped out big time on my roller blades. The entire side of my right leg was a bloody, scabby mess. As part of the elections, we had to get up in front of the entire 8th grade and introduce ourselves. As any good 8th grader, I had picked out the perfect outfit to wear. It was a knee length skirt, and in light of the raw-meat looking let, I just couldn’t wear it. I am positive that the dramatics and hysterics that filled my house that night would rival the time I got a haircut called “the wedge” the day before 6th grade graduation. I’ve never been one to hide my true feelings about something.

Anyway, the skirt and the scraped up leg just didn’t go together. I am guessing that half the issue was that I hurt myself roller blading. With my little brother. How not cool could I have been? I cringe when I think about how much I cared about what other’s thought during that time…

So I needed a new outfit. I just had to wear a skirt. In my mind, nothing else would do. And I did not own one long skirt. So I raided my mom’s closet, and borrowed something from her. Now, my mom has come a long way in her fashion sense. My little brother worked at the Gap for years, and during that time, my mom started buying slightly trendier clothes. But back in 1993? Fashion was not high on my mom’s list of priorities. I really can’t remember exactly what I wore on election day, but I remember feeling like everyone could tell just by looking that I was a huge dork who roller bladed with children. And wore her mom’s clothes.

Wow, this is turning into one rambly post. The whole point of this post is to tell you all that Connor’s picture is in a contest, and for some reason that made me think of 8th grade student council. Maybe I feel better about soliciting votes if I share some random Junior High story.

Cindi is hosting a contest over on her Selah Studios blog, and Connor is one of the cuties featured. If you feel so inclined, I would love some votes for my handsome boy! He is number 2 in the studio category.

Thanks a bunch!
And, just for the record, I still like to borrow my mom’s clothes and I think she is a pretty snappy dresser for being so old. Just kidding, ma! You know I love you!