A Short Family Reunion & A Romper

We all have weird family. At least, I think everyone has weird family. I'm not the only one, right?

Love my dad's side of the family, I really do, but there are a few kooks. Sunday we got together. Aunt Christine was in town from California. Whenever referring to Aunt Christine to people outside the family, we say "Crazy Aunt Christine" as if this would somehow make them understand. But really, this isn't the half of it. Aunt Christine... yes, they broke the mold when they made her.

Let me preface this whole poking-fun bit by mentioning that when my sister and I were younger, instead of buying us big Christmas presents she'd take us on trips. She took us to Seattle, she took us to Port Townsend, she took us to the San Juan Islands and we always had a blast and loved it. She didn't have any kids and so we were kind of like her surrogates. Once a year, she spoiled us. I even remember one time at her apartment in Greenlake, walking down to the Safeway, getting instant pudding, and making pies to throw in eachothers faces. It was the most hilarious thing any adult had ever let us do and I wish I had pictures so I could scrap the memory.

She is a non-patchouli wearing hippie... basically. She lives in a completely green house in California that I believe is entirely off the grid. I admire this... but in the same time, she's the only person I know who does it. You know those Pemco Commercials? "Sandals and socks guy, you're one of us." (Or maybe that's just our special Washington commercials...not sure, but you could youtube it if necessary, in fact I suggest it) this is her in a nutshell. Last time I saw her she was wearing a full body denim jumper, with some platform sandals and socks and a belt around her middle. She's very thin, she can completely pull off a jumper, its just that... its not really a chic jumper if you know what I'm sayin.

Anyway, Sunday she came over for the Bbq. Before the pool she was just wearing a pair of her signature high-waisted pleated tapered leg jeans and a 3/4 length tee. No big... something you'd see anyone wearing in any city in the country. But then came the big bang. After the pool she put on another jumper. Sleeveleess...black...elastic gather around the leg holes. I.just.about.died.

Seriously?? Is it just because she has no kids to say, "Mom, you can't wear that!"? I don't know, but it was bad. Real bad. After mulling over a few names for the outfit... "jumper" or "koozy"... we decided on "ROMPER." This is Aunt Christine's Romper.

And here's a picture to prove it. This will send us off into Friday with fits of laughter, I hope. Have a fantastic weekend guys, I'll be off @ Dave Matthews Band at the Gorge with some of my favorite people!