Friday, August 19, 2011

Fashion Friday: Zebra Cardie

I went thrifting with my sister last Saturday and bought this delightfully eclectic zebra print cardigan.

I can't wait to wear it.

Here are two outfits I'm pondering ...

For Work (which starts on the 23rd--YIKES! What happened to summer?)

For Play (am I mixing browns and blacks? You know it!)

Apparently I like my zebra print with colors along the red line ...

I feel like I should have a "What's black and white and red all over" joke but I'll spare you the pain and me the humiliation.

You can thank me later.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Things I Love: Pinterest

Do you Pinterest?

Do you know what Pinterest is?

Essentially it's a place where people world-wide can create boards by category and post interesting photos, recipes, fashion ideas ...

What I love about Pinterest is that you can practically finish the internet without having to actually go to every site.

I love using Pinterest to find craft and DIY ideas.

If you don't Pinterest, START TODAY!


Oh, and find Reagan and follow me :)  

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

What I Think About: When She is Dying

In the middle of my sister's landscaped yard there is a rouge plant growing.  Chaotic, yellow flowers grow off green stems standing this way and that.  It is small now, that mustard weed, but if left to its own devices it will spread and take over the yard.  Soon it will be sprayed and killed.  For now the children regard it as lovely and bees flit about it gently getting nourishment from yellow buds.

I've just finished reading and doing my morning quiet time.  My heart is conflicted.  Hurting.  Tears fill my eyes but won't flow over.  I will control my emotions.  I will be strong.

She will die soon, my mother.  Each day she loses more functions.  She can't walk.  She can't talk.  Eating is nearly impossible.  She remembers little except that she is dying.  She cries when her grandchildren dance around her in laughter.  She will miss so much.  She will be missed so much.

I move about the house in preparation--cleaning floors, washing jam handprints off of windows, scrubbing toilets.  I'm deceived--convinced that if I just keep moving then everything will be okay.  If I don't stop then the reality of what is happening right now won't really hit me.  I'll just keep doing.  If I just keep controlling then I will outlast the brokenness heading my direction.  If I can just keep myself numb I won't feel the pain--from regret--from goodbye--from memories of things that were--from heart break over things that will never be. I am deceived.

This yard is pristine.  The stones around the house are worn, rounded, comfortable. I can cross them barefoot without pain or discomfort.  The lawn is plush and green and beckons small bottoms to sit a while and hunt for fairies during a picnic lunch.

Yet just beyond the property line is a rebel force of weeds fighting to overtake the landscaped oasis.  One small weed has begun its infiltration.  I look at that weed and the ones just beyond.  That is where the bees are.  There is life in those weeds.  I'm sure there is life under the grass, crawling and gnawing in darkness.  But in the light, life is in the weeds.

And yet we kill those weeds.  We dig them and spray them and suck the life out of them because life isn't always pretty.  It isn't tame.  It is chaotic. And we don't like that.  It's not what we want.

It's not what I want.

Control.  Control. Control.

I move in hurried motions--in furious sweeps controlling everything I can.  I make the yard look perfect so no one knows the inside is dirty.  Keep moving doing little jobs so no one recognizes the task I really need to tackle.  I control the situation--a gardener keeping weeds at bay.

But what if this is wrong?  There is life in those weeds. Perhaps what I view as ugly is really beauty being offered to my life ... a simple gift.  Perhaps what I deem chaos is meant to bring me to my knees so I can see the peace and joy in life.  Perhaps that which I seek to kill is meant to give me life.

Hope. Joy. Blessing. Peace. Righteousness. Happiness.

Are these the weeds I kill in my life because they come at me in odd packages?  Do I destroy gifts in my self-righteous anger or stern-set stubbornness? Do I miss them because they aren't what I want, when I want them?

Do I refuse to accept the goodness meant for me because it might change the environment I wish to control?  Because it might change me?

The wind blows and that lone weed sways its straggly arms in the wind--hands raised in praise.  Reaching for the light.  Providing life.

Am I missing something?  I feel as though I am missing everything.

Three children rush outside to play breaking my quiet time with squeals of delight.  Pigtails, dresses, and blond heads bob about.  They rush past the smooth stones.  They ignore the sparkling water in the pool.  They ignore the soft grasses against their bare feet.

They head straight for the weeds beyond--tall and yellow.  They enter chaos with eagerness.  They seek life.  Horned toads.  Butterflies.  Lady bugs.  They seek life and they find it--beyond that manicured lawn.  Beyond borders of control. Beyond green lawns and patio furniture and comfort zones, they find life.

In this sad time those children are filled with awe and joy and wonder because they aren't trying to cultivate a "perfect" life.  They aren't trying to control emotions.  They wander in faith, spirits free, hearts abandoned beyond that which they can control. And they. find. life.

I look back at that lone weed and I can't help but hope she brings her friends and that the wildness of this life will take over my tame heart and restore it anew.

Oh my goodness ... Thank you Shell at Things I Can't Say for letting me Pour My Heart Out EVERY Wednesday!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Days Of Play: Sidewalk Chalk Paint

So Sarah from Frontier Kitchen and I are pretty good friends.  (Insert shocked face and "duh" comment here).

Anyhow, one good thing about having a good friend who also blogs is that you tend to share good blogs you find.  It's kinda like Pintrest but with people I know.

Sarah just recently told me about this blog that has tons of fun food ideas, craft ideas ... man, it's awesome.

I have a feeling I'll be highlighting a lot of her work but the first fun idea that I saw and loved was sidewalk chalk paint.  This may or may not be an obsession because I have a big driveway and sidewalk expanse behind my house.

Whip up a batch of fun today!

Photo from Meet the Dubiens

Monday, August 15, 2011

Music Monday: 80s Re-Do

I pretty much love the 80s.

Skinny jeans.  Neon colors.  Bold watches.  Bleached hair.

Wait ... that actually sounds like today's styles.

In my opinion you can't beat 80s songs like Come on Eileen, Abracadabra, 99 Red Balloons, 867-5309, and White Wedding.

Much as I love the 80s, there is some room for improvement and I'm not against 80s remakes.  So today, enjoy some of my fave 80s re-dos.

My Darkest Days version of Come Undone (originally by DuranDuran)

P.S. This is not the "real" video. This video is lame. Just listen.

Cary Brothers version of If You Were Here (originally of Thompson Twins)

Please let this take you back to the days of 16 Candles.

Reel Big Fish Take On Me (originally by Aha!)

Please tell me I'm not the only one who wants to peg my pants and wear a lot of bangles after listening to this ...