The Staredown

Do you remember when I came upon the most holy of H&M's I've ever seen in my life?

This outfit consists of some of the items I was gifted on that blessed day.

I walked into church this Easter Sunday, totes excited about my new get-up that my mom helped me pick out, when I started to notice it....

Ryan, Evan, & I walked in about 5 minutes late and we were most definitely being stared at.

I don't know what it is with some Utah people...but they stare. 

A lot.

Maybe because there is not much diversity here?

Maybe they are bewildered and stunned by what they are seeing?

Who knows!

Maybe it still puzzles me because California people are too busy with their own lives to stare.

Suffice it to say, I'm used to the staring after 3 years here.

It happens mostly cause I don't fit any of the "Utah girl" stereotypes.

Plus when you are a short, curvy, blonde girl dressed all girly standing next to a big Mexican guy who is dressed like a very well-to-do LA gangsta/tool, it usually comes with a side of stares...

And confusion. I love it :)

Maybe it was the hip hugging pencil skirt, or the ruched top, or the bright colors, or the big blonde hair, the 4-5 inch black stilettos, or even that humungous necklace....

ok ok, maybe it was all of that combined which elicited the stare downs.

Top, Skirt, Necklace: H&M//Sweater: Loft//Shoes: Magic Step//Purse: LA Fashion District 

I didn't care much though.

 Because I sat down, listened to the talks about our Savior, and soaked in all the beautiful music.

We even sang "I Know My Redeemer Lives" at the end of Sacrament meeting, my favorite song.

At the end of Sacrament meeting, we got up to walk out when the people who were sitting in front of us stood up, took a long hard stare, then continued on with their Sunday. 

Gotta love Utah! :)

How did all of your Easter Sundays go?

<3 Bri