Anyone who reads my blog on a regular basis understands my backwoods passion. I grew up in the good ol’ Midwest. I had a Southern twang due to my proximity to Kentucky. Everyone I knew had it. However, I felt a little quirky and got rid of it. Now and again when I am around my “homies” I regress back to that southern comfort style.
I was always more comfortable around guys. The military pretty much cinched it. All the hard core training, getting dirty, weapons qual…none of that really fazed me. I rather enjoyed it. I have to say am far more comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt than wearing a DKNY dress with two inch stiletto heels. Why…I don’t know. I’ve always been that way. Never quite had the same comfort my beautiful model sister had for fashion though I do enjoy dreaming about it.
I confess….I’m a country gal at heart. Always have been. Don’t get me wrong I ❤ the big city but my heart belongs among the gentle rustling of the trees, getting lost on a backwoods country road….taking deep breaths of freshly cut hay…..forgetting about the troubles of my yes…rather hectic life.
I’ll never apologize for how or who I am. I just know that when it comes to comfort…give me a good man and a nice broken in pair of jeans any day.