when bra shopping turned into an adventure.
it's not unusual for girls in our culture to get married quite young.
i think it's because from childhood we all (though there are exceptions) dream of being married to an extremely honorable man and making a bunch of babies. that's our "happy."
the other night i was journaling about my life's ambition and i realized that i have never really wanted anything so badly as i want to be a partner with my husband in raising our children to walk uprightly before the Lord. that's always been my major dream, and it's really a goal that i share with many, many women, lots of whom were raised in the Mormon church. did i use "whom" right?
anyway, my sister is young. barely nineteen. and getting married in a month.
i've never seen her so happy.
tip: if your older sister takes pictures of EVERYTHING, don't even let her into dressing rooms with you.
tamsin wore the most childlike outfit to go underwear shopping for her wedding. i was a little embarrassed for her, to tell you the truth. she already looks so young and this star-wars t-shirt pinned her at about 15.
the adventure really started when tamsin decided to change her clothes in the car and all too late realized that there was a schoolbus above her.
by the way, stubbs girls are story tellers.
this is a good one.
i'm sure we all have our running gags that circulate around favorite youtube clips or videos. we have lots.
for half of this adventure we talked like marcel the shell with shoes on.
portland at dusk is stunning.
tamsin in portland at dusk is also stunning.
okay, i won't give you a play by play of every little funny/scary/ridiculous thing that happened on our adventure but i will tell you that we left the best bookstore in the world (after i found the book i'd been asked to read by ossi's therapist), and cluelessly walked down burnside street. that's the dodgy part. my baby sister emily was getting quite an education.
by the time we got in to the well-lit, safe part of downtown, and our pace started to slow, a very large, black man wearing traditional african print began to approach us on the sidewalk. he must have noticed that emily was looking at him with very big eyes because he reached his hands out and started to act like a boogie man as he passed, walking very close to her. all of us were laughing so hard. well, three of us were laughing so hard. emily started bawling. my mom is so cool. she used that opportunity to teach emily about the comforting power of prayer.
so they huddled together and said a little prayer while tamsin and i hid around the corner and tried not to pee our pants.
emily will never hear the end of it. that's one thing about having siblings.
some of the best things about portland are
a. the sweet, little shops with quirky, throwback style and
b. the street performers
the following video does not tell the whole story. shortly after this clip stops, that lady dancing with us decided that she wanted to take tamsin home with her. tamsin narrowly avoided being carried off down the street. then the group of young men seen in the former video returned to dance around cute tamsin. i couldn't tell what they were saying but i saw her shaking her head "no." apparently they were lobbying for her to shake her booty (though they said it a little differently).
and that. is how bra shopping turned into an adventure.
the end. just kidding, we had ice-cream, too.
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