Before I get rolling, let me preface by saying that I love you, Utah County ladies. You are hot. I honestly don’t care that you wear sparkly butt jeans and have fake boobs. Own it. I have known many a blonde, buxom woman here who could take me down if we were suddenly in a heated high school debate competition about the labor standards of overseas manufacturing. Your upgraded rack would definitely not stop you from brilliantly obliterating my arguments (of which my best would be ‘Errrr, drrrrr, sweatshops bad! Grape gum delicious!’) until I was reduced to a bubbling, incomprehensible puddle that the janitor would later throw sawdust over and scrape up with a trowel.
My last Floozy Finds was about this offensive! pattern I found at a local craft store.
Don’t worry! I fixed it. I gave her a Utah County Makeover.
Let me introduce you to the classic features of your typical Utah County Lady. (Stereotypes bad! Grape gum delicious!) Continue reading