that time i almost let my blog die...again

Our Fourth was spent up at Brighton. While there, we attended the annual 4^th of July pancake breakfast. What’s the 4^th of July without a big pancake breakfast?  Am I right? Anyway, it was prime people watching. 

Observation: even when decked out in their most patriotic garb, people tend to stick with their various stereotypes.

Being at Brighton, it was natural to see plenty of “granolas.”  I decided, were it not for my love of J Crew, I’d choose to be granola.  They are like the cool nerds (insomuch that Birkenstocks can be called ‘cool’ that is). They may be weird and openly get made fun of, but deep down you admire them and their ecofriendly lifestyle.  Going green is kind of a thing now.  Plus I hear they go hiking all the time. 

You want to know what else is a thing?  Hipsters everywhere. Ironic? Yes. They're even in Iceland folks.  I was just there and can vouch for it.  Seriously, everyone there had the whole Jef-with-one-f hairstyle going on.  It seems that it's not just Provo that's obsessed with Bachelorette.  I had it confirmed by real live Icelanders that all their t.v. and movies are in English (which accounts for them knowing the language so well), so maybe??? And let's talk about the number of thrift stores in Reykjavik? Considering population numbers and the size of downtown, it's definitely disproportionate.  So in addition to being some of the happiest people on earth (it's probably the low energy costs), Icelanders are also very hipster.

Let’s jump back a few years ago when we looked at such individuals and thought “there’s a reason those items were destined for goodwill.” Now that pastel-ly floral oversized sweatshirt is cool, taking fashion cues from your bookish, professor of a grandfather is kosher, and buttoning your shirts up to you chin and tucking them into acid-washed high-wasted denim shorts is cute. Oh and that flower girl crown you wore when you were five??? Pull that out of the closet and sport it proudly, and while you’re at it that army jacket from your 6^th grade Halloween costume still has plenty of wear left…

Okay, okay, I joke.  I do it too :) 

Anyway, I shall quit channeling Virginia Woolf with this odd stream-of-consciousness type post and wrap it up with some pictures from the 4th!  ‘Merica!!!!

xoxo!