isn't it ironic.

when i was little i always hated getting up to go to church on sundays. 
and not really because i wanted to sleep in. 
there were other (more dreadful) reasons than losing sleep.

when i was very little it was mostly because i HATED wearing panty hose, and mom always made me wear them. 
mandy, on the other hand, loved wearing panty hose so much that she wore them to bed under her pajamas.  just looking at her sleeping made me itch. 
i went to bed on saturday nights dreading the suffocation and nonstop tickly twinges that would cover my legs for two grueling hours the following morning.

i think eventually i freaked out enough that mom gave in and let me wear really frilly ankle socks.  (the clear alternative).
and by freak out i mean run out of church whimpering, clawing at my legs, rip my stockings off in the car crying kind of freak out.  not an exaggeration. 

nowadays i don't really mind wearing tights so much. 
but i can still vividly remember just how much i hated them when i was little. 
they just don't feel quite the same way.

as i grew a little bit older and our church grew a little bit less conservative (i could wear pants), i began to dread church for a different reason on sunday mornings. 
this reason was just as unbearable as the pantyhose.

in the car on the way to church, my dad HAD to listen to bluegrass on the radio. 
"stained glass bluegrass" was the special radio program. 
all the songs were old school southern bluegrass hymns.  they all had plenty of twang. 
like over the top twang. 
it was like nails on a chalkboard to me. 
i wanted to bang my head against the side of the car window, claw out my ears, and run home to the sweet sweet comfort of spice girls. 
clearly i was the one who knew what music was all about.

it's funny to me now, just how much i hated and dreaded those five minutes in the car with stained glass bluegrass.  i mean seriously, it was a five minute drive. 
and the reason it's funny is not because it was so silly, but because the older i get the more i... well not just tolerate... not just like... but actually prefer bluegrass music.

it's kind of hilarious.

it was a slow evolution from getting hooked on some of dad's old school records... a little emmy lou harris on vinyl. john prine. johnny cash.
and then billy, with a very heavy willie nelson tendency, lended to the occasion.
the old greats started sneaking in our regular playlist.

and now if i'm scanning the radio i always stop if i hear a banjo or a mandolin.

now i'm hooked on some of the more recent bands, like old crow medicine show, gillian welch, and the devil makes three.  i just love it all.  it's so raw, so organic, so soothing. 

it's like an old sweater i just want to curl up in.
it's my childhood.

funny how some of the things you fight the hardest you end up appreciating the most.