I have been so busy lately, I haven't had time to write or do much more than work and attend my French class. When I found myself without a costume morning of halloween, I tried to wing it.
Everyone else at work was going to dress up for the day. I stared at my closet. No Texas clothes. Can't be my go-to cowgirl.
I can go as an Alaskan! I thought. Brilliant.
I put on my most Alaskan clothing and stepped in front of the floor-length mirror.
Disappointing. Without extra toughs, carhartts and a flannel, my plaid sweater, jeans, and boots merely looked casual. I changed into slacks and a nice sweater and put my heels back on.
Guess I am not an Alaskan yet.