A Message From the Black Sheep.

“Blame It All on My Roots- My Sister’s Wearing Boots”

 

       I was raised in a small town in the south-eastern part of Oklahoma. I have seen some serious back-woods country bumpkins in my time. I even tried to fit in with them because it’s lonely being different. Something I pride myself in now. So with that being said my thirteen year old sister has decided that she is going to drink the country kool-aide so to speak.

       I have no problem with country people; in fact they are some of the nicest people that you could ever hope to meet. I like horses, but it’s most likely because a horse is an animal and I love animals. I enjoy lakes and small towns (as long as a bigger town or city is at least 30 minutes away) and I could probably see myself living off the grid or at least having chickens and a garden when I get my own home. Again this is because I like animals and I also like digging in the dirt!

       I have no idea where I’ve come from, because, although I lived in that small town I never fit in there. Just spending the weekend there makes me anxious and I don’t know why because I love my Mom’s home. But I also love art, especially street art. Fafi and Miss Van are some of my most favorite graffiti artists, but again, where I learned to be interested in graffiti- when I lived where I did is beyond me. I like trying different foods, French food, Italian (real Italian not Americanized Italian) and Cuban Food are among my most favorite. This was not found in my small corner of the world. I love high end fashion lines, even though I can’t afford them. I spent many-a day coveting pieces from Vogue and Instyle magazines, thinking to myself that one day I would own a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes or a vintage Chanel bag. (I still want these by the way!)

Fafi working on one of her paintings

       Needless to say, if you haven’t caught on by now I will tell you I am not country. I don’t go hunting, I’d rather jam a pencil in my ear than listen to country music, and I make a conscious effort to not speak with my Okie-Twang. I was a vegetarian for a year, when you speak those words around here people look at you like you just grew antlers on your head. And trust me if you have antlers on your head, this part of the country is the last place you want to be!!

       So how am I supposed to handle it when my family is as southern as they come. I don’t mean they are back woods hillbillies or anything because they aren’t. We travel a lot together, last year we went to NYC and had a brilliant time. They just think completely different then me and I always feel like the odd ball and now my sister has just crossed over to the dark side...

These are the shoes I choose to tromp around the world in.