taking one for the team.

warning: by the end of this blogpost, i'm going to use the word "menopause"
if that's not your thing, move on. although, i was a victim to the situation... so i think it's only fair you hear me out.

visiting aunt from seattle calls on saturday morning to tell me she'll be in "my neck of the woods" and would like to see me. something in her head told her it was a good idea to invite me out to the fabric shop to help her pick fabrics for a quilt her friend was going to make her.

everything about that place screamed country heart bear craft unicorns and ponies boutique. there were varying shades of country blue and pink in the afternoon and tea stained yellow all in calico print florals.

my aunt introduces me to her friend {who has a glittery butterfly purse hook in her bag, by the way} and pointing to me, says "she's the hippest one in the family."

word, people. word.

i offered my honest opinion when asked... but kept mum most of the time.

fast forward to the cutting table. saturday's a busy day at the fabric store, apparently, so we take a number. now serving #11. we're #16.

{that's an honest 11.16 reference. i didn't even make that up.}

standing around, i'm making mental observations that are hardly appropriate to vocalize, as i am the minority... the non-quilter, non-scrapbooker, non-everything-that-store-stands-for-er.

to fill a moment of silence, my aunt's friend turns to my aunt and says, "so, tell me about menopause."

wwwwwhat? did that just happen? out loud? i couldn't let it go by without mention.

"did that just happen? out loud?" i ask.

and then i realized.

i WAS the minority there. everyone else in that room could pipe in on that conversation and talk freely about it as if it was the weather.

... further securing my feelings about the country hearts bear unicorn and ponies boutique scene that i deliberately avoid.