I've never been much of a fan of country music, but at the time, I thought that the only way to fit in "out west" was to get my cowgirl on. I didn't really know what that meant as my experience with all things cowgirl came from themed parks and television.
I decided I needed a better sample so I went to a county fair in Idaho where they love cow-people. I observed the natives in their natural habitat.
I knew those would be some big boots to fill.
So I decided to get hands-on to really experience life in the west.
It turned out that I was all hat and no cattle. Also, I didn't even have the hat. So really I was no hat and no cattle. I sometimes even got mixed up when we were talking about cattle. This was long before computerized visual-recognition software was installed at age 3. Back then we had to do it all ourselves and sometimes we were wrong.
I thought I might be better suited to just give up the cowgirl and just be a cat lady.
It wasn't until later that I realized that Seattle was a whole different kind of west and I didn't need to be anything different.
It turned out that the realization came:
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