Thursday, April 28, 2011

The Princess Diaries

Can think of nothing better on the eve of the Royal Wedding than to bow to one of the crowning events of my 2010.  Princess Di, the celebration, the mecca, the wonder displayed at the Atlantic Civic center. Back in June a few of my best girls obliged me my birthday wish, the Princess Diana Exhibit. Her wedding dress and crowns were on display. It was Christmas Eve kind of happy excitement. Squealing and gushing, I could have spent a week in there, her clothes, her life. I cried.  Feel as though my life has come full circle Princess Diana's royal wedding was held the summer of the year I was born and now another. Sigh, tear, swoon, squeal. Awesome is a poor adjective for such a time as this. I prefer "fairy tail-ish"

My co-worker's three year old spent the morning with me. She built a a club-house under my desk and at one point sought my attention by pulling my skirt. When I informed her she was going to pull my skirt off she asked, "You aren't wearing panties?" I assured her I was decent and then she needed to know what color, am I that questionable?

Three year old Rylee. We talked of princesses and mothered her baby and drew a butterfly with hand stencils and I mooned over the pink crayon.  We lamented the fact we had no "no posh" nail polish to paint the town with, we consoled ourselves by discussing colors she has quite the collection. We drank "fake coffee" and forwent wearing shoes. I wanna three year old and a Prince too.

Speaking of which, that Harry I had him pegged for awkward tsk, tsk, I played the judge array, he has turned out to be a little looker. As his dashing brother has become a dead-end to me, I believe I have a new cradle crush. Harry, I am yours, all yours.

I bid you a found farewell on the eve of this grandiose event. May we all dream of fairy godmothers and handsome princes.

Peace, love and glitter.

what I wore: from the princess diaries: dress: gap (2009) clutch: dsw (2009)
more awkward and awesome here!

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Awesome and Awkward Thursday-It's back...

And will last as long as the contents of leftover photos last. These bees from da Christmas Eve. Oh you know Christmas leftovers are the best. Hauling out the pie, slicing up the turkey, uncovering the casseroles. Yum! I am pathetic and I know it.

1. From the Christmas archives: having to send a text, "I'm gonna be late I'm blowing drying your present" Uh, huh never drink and pick up your gifts to walk out the door. Next year please remind me to water the tree and not my presents. Wait, don't, my tree is fake. The top to my water was open as I went in for the kill. And that's that.
2. From the Christmas archives: unwrapping a gift and returning it because you knew the other person didn't get you a gift and you didn't want it to be awkward. Is that an oxymoron?

3. We're transitioning to present day, pronouncing your community group leader's child's name wrong you say, "Ev-ie I say, "E-vie" I mentally ran a phonetics chart in my head Evvvvvvvvvvvv." Sorry, guys
4. Verbal road blocks in which I cannot pronounce a word right, not even on take five.
5. Being in the grocery store and suddenly realizing, "Hey! This isn't my buggy." Which I declared to two ole ladies, pretty sure they thought it was awkward.
6. The plumber beating you to the house and watching as you unload the bathroom cabinet. We all know what's in there.

1. Thirteen pounder baby Logan in the crook of my arm and his fat little cheeks. I asked to keep him. They said no.
2. My Granjanies ring-It's dreamy
3. Sweet Potatoes baking-swoony, yummy smell
4. Christmas memories
5. Girls movie night, even when you all pass out the movie was that bad
6. Oh Joy Brownies & Ice Cream
7. Easter, Easter, Easter, HE IS ALIVE!

Happy Easter, Oh and Merry Christmas.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Heads Up

Sunday my eyes opened late and my head sunk heavy and longed to burrow within the comfort and sleep all day like a cat in the rays of the sun. Muddled mind tired from a Saturday that had me gone from dark to dark begrudgingly my sleepyhead crawled out of bed. Like a bowl full of mush wishing to be the little old lady who'd hush went my mind spinning through the to do's and the should and the should nots, the gray and the black and the whites. Scenarios and time frames played to the tune of a grumpy disposition. I poured the coffee and headed for the porch Bible and journal trailing me. All the mind could think was when and how and my hair days dirty and to church or not to church loomed largest on the brain that runs like a mouse on a wheel.

And I pulled a shouldn't, according to the scholars, I laid open the Word to the Psalms and where the eyes landed I read:

1 The earth is the LORD’s, and all its fullness,
The world and those who dwell therein.
2 For He has founded it upon the seas,
And established it upon the waters.
3 Who may ascend into the hill of the LORD?
Or who may stand in His holy place?
4 He who has clean hands and a pure heart,
Who has not lifted up his soul to an idol,
Nor sworn deceitfully.
5 He shall receive blessing from the LORD,
And righteousness from the God of his salvation.
6 This is Jacob, the generation of those who seek Him, Who seek Your face.  Selah
7 Lift up your heads, O you gates!
And be lifted up, you everlasting doors!
And the King of glory shall come in.
8 Who is this King of glory?
The LORD strong and mighty,
The LORD mighty in battle.
9 Lift up your heads, O you gates!
Lift up, you everlasting doors!
And the King of glory shall come in.
10 Who is this King of glory?
The LORD of hosts,
He is the King of glory.  Selah
Psalm 24
'Lift up your head' over and over struck me as I pondered anew what was the right decision. 'Lift up your head', so I did. I flung my head back on the chair and drank in the morning sun like a soul parched from the desert. And I didn't go to church. I work for the church, I value the church and I have lived the steadiness all my life of attending church like the steadiness of brushing my teeth. Yet, sometimes the richest times I have of seeking His face are the days I attend church party of two, me and the Holy Spirit in the pew of the wide world.

In times past verse 3 and 4 have struck a chord of fear in me at the utter realization of the murkiness of my heart and the imperfections of hands dirtied by flesh.

3 Who may ascend into the hill of the LORD?
Or who may stand in His holy place?
4 He who has clean hands and a pure heart,
Who has not lifted up his soul to an idol,
Nor sworn deceitfully.

Fear that I might miss Him and watch His glory pass through unclean hands. This reading pounded down truth. Hands and hearts can only be cleansed in the lifting up of the head. We can do nothing apart from Him, He is our righteousness, He is our portion, the lifter of our heads and the washer of our hands and the purifier of our hearts. So easily I focus on my hands as though I can do anything for Him who is above all things. Lifting up my head mentally steering my mind to the knowledge of the King of Glory who dwells within and fills and washes over and over. My encouragement is when your brain bounces like rubber and your heartbeats low with fear and failure, Heads up. 

Grateful for gifts from the King of Glory

533. for cookies from Malley ever abundant
534. for a braid that holds all day and doesn't hurt 
535. for recovered $3
536. for texts trusting and asking for my prayers
537. for humbleness from my boss
538. for dinner's smell
539. for Ivy the dog, who walks with me
540. for movies with friends and swedish fish
541. for true grit, it was good
542. for a nemesis rallying positive
543. for bright sunshine
544. for wholesome food
545. for easy, yummy, chocolate chip cookies
546. for drinking in Sunday sun with a lifted head
547. for a walk to the country store for a popsicle
548. for pastel Easter eggs
549. for talking to babies
550. for fellowship with Traci
551. for a good CASA conference
552. for the lifter of my head

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Awesome and Awkward Thursday

Chock full of inspiration ripe for the picking is the field of blogs. On every row delicious fruit, particularly from the fashion bloggers who possess both charming looks, clothes galore, and cute husbands with camera skills to document their bounty. Then there's me the pickled peach with a little wrinkly skinned jealousy over their lot versus mine. However, when they successfully launch an awesome and awkward Thursday and get the masses to harvest their own good bad and ugly this tree bows down. I am linking up with the make you sick she's so dad-bloomin cute Syd from The Daybook blog with my very first Awkward and Awesome Thursday in which I recap time in the awkward and in the awesome. Shall we?

1. Taking photos of yourself and never posting them on your blog cause you're lazy
2. Posting photos of yourself in winter attire when it's clearly spring
3. These photos: I am eleven trapped in a twenty year olds body

4. Buying undergarments from a male employee who proceeds to discourse with you on said unmentionables
5. Dropping your bottle cap in the movie theater
6. Being told you have the most beautiful eyes outside the theater from a half pint dude with a fro
Dude, didn't even look at my eyes it was just a one liner and I laughed and said thanks, cause I didn't wanna get punked.
7. Misplacing your ticket in line for the Empire State building and feeling heat rising from the masses waiting behind you.
8. Asking directions from a  man on the subway who proceeds to tell you to get off and take the number eight with him. Ummm, No.

1. New York
2. New York
3. New Yorkers! I table talked some New Yorkers to the point I almost asked to try their pizza.
4. Food: I love to eat, don't you? I hate we have to get full.
5. The smell of brownies.
6. It's my blog and I can post pictures from January if I wanna, that's awesome.
7. You, You're awesome. I know it.

And awkward, but that's besides the point. We've all earned that badge.

*mmmm next go round I'm gonna be more awesome than awkward-is that possible? Prolly not. Hugs and kisses, but those are only for my mama and anyone who looks like George Clooney.

what i wore: awesomely awkward: sweater: banana republic, jeans: h&m, boots: were made for walking aka, vingtage smintage.

Monday, April 4, 2011

The Lady of the House

These were her walls, corners, door ways. They built it from the ground up, detail upon detail. I wish these walls could talk and tell me what she baked for dinner, or what she scrubbed her floors with, the sound her feet made as she walked her floors. Her floral print wall paper with it's pale blues and dusty roses, her powder blue carpets and dark cabinets, they were stylish. What must she think, this women whose dream home has been my house, of my daydreams of the changes I'd render if it were mine? Just like that we are dated, out of style. It's colloquial but it's truth, time marches on, slowly steadily never wavering. And as we lie silent in our graves others walk our paths, they take our steps, turn our corners and pass through our door ways. I'll never know her but she has been my reminder this life, my life, is but dust, a vapor in the wind.

Flowers from her yard-Words stitched eight months ago when I first moved into her house.

528. for her flowers
529. for her house my home for eight months
530. for a new home (i moved)
531. for april 4th a day with all the birthdays
532. for the reminder to re-member the power of thanks

Friday, April 1, 2011

Do these shoes make my feet look old? And other minutiae

Since Edie used the word minutiae I've been vying for my own opportunity to induct the little gem of a word into my vocabulary-so here we are numbered minutiae:

1. I moved
2. I love it!
3. I'm going to New York
4. I can't wait

5. I bought these shoes for $6 doll-ah's at the local Tar-get

6. I need to know if they're campaigning for grandma status?
7. I wore them all day
8. I didn't get a blister

9. I think cheap shoes might be my thing
10. I miss my best friend like a chump on a diet misses cake
11. I'll tell you how I know life isn't fair my best friend is two hours away from me in a college town, that i don't even like. And she up and got herself a mister. Now she may never come home. We were suppose to marry twin brothers and be neighbors in matching bungalows and have children together. I'd have a Jack and she'd have Jill and they'd get married. And our friendship would take over the world. Alas it doesn't work that way, Jesus is not Santa. I know, I've tried. But he's still good, He gave me a best friend.
12. I miss my best friend

13. I may or may not have worn a rendition of this outfit back in 1990 something
14. I may or may not have worn a shirt that was five sizes too big for me
15. I may or may not have worn jeans that were three inches too short
16. I may or may not have matched my bff
17. I may or may not have incriminating photos
18. I have finally all these years later made peace with denim on denim
19. I found my yogurt today to be better than usual
20. I buy plain but lucked up and accidentally bought french vanilla
21. I like it
22. I bought some new orange lipstick, it's Revlon
23. I know it's chock full of parabens and is probably going to rot my lips off but at least if they do fall off they'll be pretty.
24. I'll be back
25. I hope with something of more substance than this
26. I'm going to New York, Ack

So are the shoes presentable and is denim on denim the new acid wash?

What I Wore: working, errands, banana bread baking and missing my best friend so much it hurts.

Blouse: Gap, Jeans: Express, Shoes: Target