January 17, 2015
My Birthday
was on Friday. It was a great day but I couldn’t really focus on anything. I
was thinking about Sunday nonstop. The Sisters had told us to wear a skirt. My
grandma immediately said that she wouldn’t wear a skirt but I wasn’t really
game enough to do so…
I never wear skirts! I’m a Jeans-T-Shirt-Converse kinda
girl. Needless to say that I didn’t even own a proper skirt
at that time. In addition,
I had no idea what a ‘proper-church-skirt’ looked like. My mother told me that
it - at least - needed to be knee-length. Great, the only skirt in my possession
was shorter.
I spent hours to search for church-appropriated skirts on the net.
I ordered some, using the express delivery, but of course they didn’t arrive in
time. On Saturday I begged my mother to go skirt shopping with me. I have no
idea why she agreed because she had said that she wouldn’t support me with the
whole Mormon thing, but she did. She even paid for the skirts we bought! Those
skirts weren’t exactly pretty (and I look absolutely stupid in a skirt!!) but
they would work.
Saturday
night... I was so freaking nervous! I don’t exactly enjoy meeting new people (I hate
it!) and a whole church full of new people was enough to completely freak me
out. I tried on hundreds of outfits but I didn’t like a single one because,
yeah, skirts just look incredibly ridiculous on me! And those long skirts made
me look like an old cat lady!!
Nevertheless, with the help of my whole family I
managed to choose an outfit that didn’t feel too weird. I listened to Taylor Swift’s ‘Shake It Off’ a
couple of times and tried to shake off my nervousness and the thoughts of
everything that could go wrong. It helped… at least until my alarm clock woke
me up the next morning.
