Classy: /ˈklasē/ adjective 1. Stylish and sophisticated synonyms: stylish, high-class, superior, exclusive, chic, elegant, smart, sophisticated, upscale, upmarket, high-toned.
The Menloves have mistakenly given me the label of "classy." One of the higher compliments I have receieved because honestly... I am not the classiest individual out there... (see example below)
Yes... I bought that. And yes I am the extremely PROUD owner of that. And yes we will probably wear them to the next University of Utah game... the humans sitting behind us will undoubtedly hate us but I need to get some use out of that well spent eighteen dollars.
I have these moments in life where I truly do want to be classy. Or what I consider classy in my head. The perfectly-messy-hair-jcrew-outfit-clever-comments-little-black-dress kind of classy. The kind of classy you see in magazines.
However, I also have these moments in life where I realize I should have been born a redneck. The wanna-drive-a-pick-up-truck-wear-my-awful-oversized-flannel-and-eat-chile-lime-spitz moments. It probably doesn't help that I am dating an even bigger wanna-be-redneck.
So am I classy? Or am I redneck? I can't quite decide.
This fall break I got to spend a few days in Colorado with the Menloves. And as I like to say it was a real hoot. (saying the word hoot probably makes me automatically unclassy) But honestly it was a fabulous weekend. A weekend filled with hikes, gorgeous drives, ghost-town explorations, fabulous food, clothing-optional hot-springs, (no we didn't participate in the nudeness and sadly no I don't have pictures from that little experience but let me tell you it was a tad scarring...some people shouldn't be allowed to be nude... ever) and let's not forget those bison hats. Pure class if you ask me...
And that's when it hit me. I had never thought of "class" as an subjective term. But the more I thought about it the more subjective it became. Class is superior, exclusive, and upscale. And if I consider those fabulous bison hats to be superior, exclusive, and upscale then they are classy to me.
So maybe in a weird round about way being a little bit redneck is classy. And maybe in a weird round about way I am trying to say... who cares if you are classy compared to the world's standards because you are you and that's classy in and of itself.
And now just a few of my favorite pictures from the classiest of trips with the classiest of families.
Yes... I bought that. And yes I am the extremely PROUD owner of that. And yes we will probably wear them to the next University of Utah game... the humans sitting behind us will undoubtedly hate us but I need to get some use out of that well spent eighteen dollars.
I have these moments in life where I truly do want to be classy. Or what I consider classy in my head. The perfectly-messy-hair-jcrew-outfit-clever-comments-little-black-dress kind of classy. The kind of classy you see in magazines.
However, I also have these moments in life where I realize I should have been born a redneck. The wanna-drive-a-pick-up-truck-wear-my-awful-oversized-flannel-and-eat-chile-lime-spitz moments. It probably doesn't help that I am dating an even bigger wanna-be-redneck.
So am I classy? Or am I redneck? I can't quite decide.
This fall break I got to spend a few days in Colorado with the Menloves. And as I like to say it was a real hoot. (saying the word hoot probably makes me automatically unclassy) But honestly it was a fabulous weekend. A weekend filled with hikes, gorgeous drives, ghost-town explorations, fabulous food, clothing-optional hot-springs, (no we didn't participate in the nudeness and sadly no I don't have pictures from that little experience but let me tell you it was a tad scarring...some people shouldn't be allowed to be nude... ever) and let's not forget those bison hats. Pure class if you ask me...
And that's when it hit me. I had never thought of "class" as an subjective term. But the more I thought about it the more subjective it became. Class is superior, exclusive, and upscale. And if I consider those fabulous bison hats to be superior, exclusive, and upscale then they are classy to me.
So maybe in a weird round about way being a little bit redneck is classy. And maybe in a weird round about way I am trying to say... who cares if you are classy compared to the world's standards because you are you and that's classy in and of itself.
And now just a few of my favorite pictures from the classiest of trips with the classiest of families.
How cute is this little thing? Absolutely fell in love with her and the rest of the Longson family. We fed her far too much ice cream but how can you resist a face like that?
-beth
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