The idea of being a scout has tickled my fancy ever since my big sister became a Blue Bird in primary school (in my eyes, there probably wasn’t any way my big sister could be un-cool as miniature me). There is something about the crafty, adventur-y, fun of it all, but mostly – that wonderful uniform right?! It was super special to be a Blue Bird, and wearing the uniform meant that you were grown-up and a part of something important. I still don’t call myself a grown-up but I do still see those pins, the hat, neck scarf, shirt, shorts, and accomplishment patches as good outfit order. The idea of structure and tradition which dictate the scouting order is as exciting to me as a slice of blueberry pie, a kind of secret boys club equipped with its own method, promise, law, and honour. It’s a world full of development and adventure that is made and enforced by itself, separate from, yet existing in our own. Magic.
Old World Oriole [Nok-Muud]