Today I am...
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Feeling... proud of myself, because I figured out thrift shopping this week. It's always been hard for me because I'm outsize due to my height; pants and shoes are nearly unfindable outside of specialized shops. Also, I hate taking unnecessary time with things—I'd rather just figure out exactly what I want and go get it. Owing to necessity, however, I've decided that a) the skirt-with-tights-or-leggings look is super cute and comfortable and much easier than finding pants long enough, and b) thrifting is the only way to fix a desperately failing wardrobe on a small budget.
So, my tactic was: make a single sweep through the relevant racks, looking for the longest stuff available in the best colors, try it all on, and take what works. In an hour or less.
Technically, I wasn't supposed to take eleven items into the fitting room, but the store was mostly empty. I came out with three skirts, three long-sleeved shirts, and a soft gray cardigan that I love, for what almost any of those pieces might've cost me at the mall. Here's me in one of the skirts; I wore it to a meeting today and then cleaned house in it because, like a kid with Superman pajamas, I didn't want to take it off.
|No tights today, but I've been acquiring some.|
I want these, but as I could never wear them to church,
I haven't justified them to myself yet.
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Seeing... late-summer flowers.
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Smelling... this rose, which has a very sweet scent, and which I could apparently not take a non-blurry picture of:
Tasting... for lunch, Greek yogurt with blueberries. And I have no idea what I'm making for dinner, but it'll have homemade salsa on the side.
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Listening... to something I can't post yet, because I'm singing it with a group this weekend and it's supposed to be a secret. But also, Jen and friends are talking about picking a theme song for your Myers-Briggs personality type. I can't resist. I'm an ISFJ, which translates to the Keirsey temperament analysis as "Protector Guardian." Basically, what this means is that I want to scrape everybody in the whole world up into one giant hug and make sure they're happy and have everything they need. Especially the ones I love.
So, if you ever wonder why I'm so exorbitantly over-helpful—I probably just looked at you and thought this:
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Grateful... for a home in which I can host my artistic mom amid some aesthetic restfulness, and for our long conversation about art in the church. The widespread modern lack thereof, rather, which is a matter of much prayer and hope.
Reading... Mary Stewart's The Hollow Hills and Evoking Sound by James Jordan, the latter of which yesterday had me tapping fingers or toes together to—since I couldn't find my metronome—ticking clocks and car blinkers. Turns out, I have a very hard time coordinating the two sides of my body with any precision.
Loving... new clothes, long-running book clubs, secret (and non-secret) choir teams and projects, and this peaceful little home.
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Hoping... that the secret song goes well, and that we have the miracle of no real rain tomorrow for the barbecue and for getting my 75-pound, 88-key synthesizer in and out of our sedan with no case or cover.
I don't know why you can't wear those tights to church. They have a very celestial theme to them. :)ReplyDelete
Nice picture of Maia too. Gives her that "I am Queen of all I survey" look.
HA. Well, maybe I could get away with them at Saturday night Mass. But I'm afraid people would be looking at my legs instead of the Eucharist. :PDelete
Maia comes by that Queen-of-All-I-Survey look pretty naturally, although she short-circuits it sometimes by getting excited about socks.
What a fantastic conversation!!!! I wish I could have sat in on it!!! Your mom sounds fantastic.ReplyDelete
So do the tights, but I probably wouldn't wear them to mass either..I'd feel too noticed.
Thrift shopping is such an art!! I'm glad you're doing well! Ignoring signs is the first rule..unless they're signs that say "this dressing room does not lock - for your protection" then it's best to read and take it to heart. :)
You mean I'm supposed to ignore the signs? I'll have to work on that. I got by them the first time by carefully not looking for them. ;)Delete
My mom is fantastic, thanks. And I never turn down a chance to talk art with you!!
Love the skirt!ReplyDelete
Just refer to those fantastic tights as your Psalm 8 worship tights. I'd love those!!
Yes, cats, queens/kings of all they survey and beyond....
PSALM EIGHT TIGHTS. YES. Thank you. Now, if I can justify that $32, which is almost as much as I spent on the whole thrift store expedition...Delete
<3 the Pretenders.ReplyDelete
YOU CAN WEAR THE TIGHTS. I mean, if you feel comfortable wearing them! They're super awesome, and not too in your face about being covered in stars, if that's what you're worried about. If you don't feel like you can wear them to church because you'll be standing up with the choir and don't want your legs to be covered in stars, you can wear them in restaurants, or if you go to see a performance, or to a party -- if you feel like they're too showy for just running around in. They're really pretty! No pressure, though; wear what you're most comfortable in!
They are SUPER awesome. And I'm not afraid of wearing them to just run around in, oh no. It's just that most everything I wear gets multi-purposed into church wear at some point, between choir practices and Mass and various events. But it's probably not out of the question for anything but Mass itself. Anyway, thanks for the encouragement, and I'm glad you like them too! :DDelete
I enjoyed reading your meme this morning! The skirt is fantastic! And it is such a gift to be musical! I am so glad you are able to share your talents!ReplyDelete
Thank you! Now I need to go read your post...Delete