It has come to my attention that I was not a very cool kid. I really have no one to blame for this but myself, and perhaps my Mom for making matching hairbows for every outfit in my wardrobe. But to be honest, I loved the bows. How can a 10 year old go wrong with a handmade patterned-ribbon bow half the size of her skull clipped to the side of her perfectly turned under kid-bob hair?

My favorite bow that I can still picture with perfect clarity was orange and yellow. I think it was my favorite because it was actually two bows in one. The big part of the bow was like an orange and white polka dotted flower and the smaller bow was its yellow and white striped pollen center. It rocked. I looked forward to wearing it twice a month at least.

Then came middle school. I’ve never been one to catch onto fashion trends quickly (obviously), nor am I one to abandon a rock solid signaturelook when it’s workin’ for me. So 6th grade was sort of a nightmare. I don’t think I realized it at the time, but the bows weren’t really cutting it anymore. Looking back at photos, I realize the perfectly turned under kid-bob wasn’t really working for me either, nor were the bangs. But that’s another story. Anyway, I stopped rockin’ the bows after a few months, but by that time, my image was already tarnished. I was not a cool kid.

Haven’t really been that cool ever since, but just as I was oblivious then, I’m still pretty firmly based in la-la land. I still wear four different shades of red in one outfit. I still can’t figure out if velvet pants are cool or not (and honestly, it doesn’t matter, because I’ll wear them either way). I still happily let my mother-in-law do all of my clothes shopping for me. Heck, if my mother gave me one for Christmas, I’d most likely clip a big, fat, colorful bow on the side of my head and wear it proudly wherever I go. As long as it matches my outfit, of course.