boots: momma's; jeans (m): motherhood; tee: gap; necklace: lucky brand; scarf: panache
i felt like a gypsy woman wearing this scarf.
david and i always give my mom a hard time because she's a foot/back/face zoner, an herbalist and a yoga teacher who uses almost no western medicine. sometimes i'll call her and tell her i need the gypsy cure for whatever's ailing me. or i poke fun at her for doing meditative whale calls and dancing in the moonlight (she doesn't really do whale calls when she meditates, just for the record).
anyways, i really love my mom and i'm proud of how educated she is. it's just that in my family it's important that everyone feels loved, and we show that love by giving one another a hard time. trust me, it makes sense.
anyways, the other day at a doctor's appointment david started a statement with, "well, see, my wife was raised in san francisco by a hippie..."
and then i heard that statement replayed in my mind as i was tying this scarf around my head and wondering if it looked too bohemian. but then i signed onto facebook to see my mother's status proclaiming that she was proud to be a granola hippie.
i guess what i'm saying is that i'm okay with embracing that 50% of my blood that has dirt and essential oils running through it. it's good to be proud of your roots, right?