Just a thought I had today. People need people. I think people who say: "Who needs people?" are actually people who need them the most. The things they strive for, usually recognition in the form of "success" or fame, is so that they can say to all the people they did not need: "Look at me!"
It was just a thought as I was making my bed and thinking about how I get looked over a lot. How my little man gives me kisses when I am sad (or happy) and flowers just because. How he makes me feel more special than most people.
I was thinking about how I still need to be recognized for skills other than mothering to make me feel whole. Thinking about love and disappointment and setbacks, and goals. How life takes you places that are unexpected and that that phrase isn't as romantic as it sounds. How I need people and I can't say I don't if I am being real. I want to be real.
I want to be a conduit of truth-either the waters of truth refreshing or the electricity that is shocking. Beauty is made up of truth. Symmetry or not. Everyone wants to beautiful too whether they admit that or not.
We need people. We want to be beautiful.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
I was so excited to find this shirt that I had to wear it to church the next day. My husband and I set out this past Saturday to hit some garage sales but the weather was not up to garage sales standards and we couldn't find any. So, we went to an antique store and Goodwill. We checked everything out in the store and came up with nothing until I was walking out and this blouse was on a mannequin.
The skirt is a hand-me-down from my Aunt Marilyn years ago (and I mean YEARS like 15 or more). The belt is from a tunic shirt I bought a few years ago, good ol' black tights from Wal-Mart and the shoes that must be most featured on this blog, my black Nine West shoes I snagged at the Cookie Jar Resale.
I've often thought of writing to Clinton Kelley and Stacey London to remind them that a super cute, appropriate, and chic wardrobe can be built around thrift store items. Thanks, Mom, for teaching me how to thrift shop. Also, thank you for letting me put together funky outfits because I know my choices probably made your orderly personality cringe sometimes.
Friday, January 11, 2013
This isn't polished yet but it is still sort of shiny
Little child dream
Dispel all the dark
The dark that tries to bite you
And hide you in its cloak.
Make bright the world around you
Love all who you see
Wish and wish and wish
And climb every tree.
Dance in the puddles
Run in the rain
Laugh when you are joyful
And cry when you are in pain.
Emotions have value
Just as logic does
But let neither overtake you
Only let love.
And love until you burst
Because sometimes that how it feels
And sometimes you bruise your heart
When you’ve fallen head over heels
But laugh and laugh harder
Laugh at all the world
Because their ideals aren’t so important
As living life unfurled.
And living life with purpose
If that purpose only be
To live with love unfettered
And to be what you must be.
To know that God is bigger
Then you will ever understand
And you are living life secure
But not jailed by his hand.
People will always wonder at you smiling
Or for most anything at all
Except for being like them
And that dream is sort of small.
-Emily Chumchal Andrews