I don’t feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel like posting and being all smarty-pants and intelligent so I’ll do something simple. Like posting about clothes.
This is me wearing my beautiful black coat….
And this is me without the coat. However, in both pictures I am wearing a huge green bow.
Story: This evening Ben and I went to JD’s house to plan the entertainment for the upcoming youth fundraiser sweethearts banquet. During the meeting I admitted that I had a secret wish to play the kinect. So JD let me play his kinect.
(For those of you stone-agers out there, a kinect lets you play video games where, instead of pushing a little button to make your character jump/duck/kick, you jump/duck/kick and the kinect reads your motions and makes your character do the same thing.)
So anyway, I was playing the kinect, and I began to get warm. I had on layered sweaters and a scarf. Finally I got so sick of that scarf around my neck that I tied it in a big bow right where my sweater fastens together.
(I could have just taken it off, but the blue shirt underneath was kind of tight and I liked to have the scarf on for extra coverage.)
Anyway, here is what it looked like for most of the day:
Blue sweater: This is sort of a vest-type thing with a low swooping neck but I turned it around so the neck would be high enough. Amy gave it to me once as a gift. As I was picking off the tag this morning so that I could wear it backwards I noticed that it was from forever21. Hmm. That makes me feel in the affordable fashion loop.
The black ribbon sweater was a Christmas present from Mom which she got for peanuts at a garage sale where you could fill a bag for, I think it was $1.50. I modified it to make it fit me since it was way too big.
Skirt–Amy gave it to me. She got it because it was a super-comfortable knit which looked like denim, but then it was too tight on her, so she gave it to me. Yay!
The long black coat from the first picture I have had for a long time. I don’t even remember when I got it but Mom told me today that it came from a thrift store, brand new with tags still on.
There is a hold in the pocket. And it’s missing a button. But no one notices and I get compliments on it all the time. So cool!
(Jenny took these pictures using Mom’s camera. She always wants me to do a “sniffing the armpit” pose, to look like Elane, the modest fashion blogger which Amy and I follow.)
The beautiful BEAUTIFUL green scarf is one of my favorite garments ever. It came from that land-across-the-sea called Yemen, where my uncle went once, and bought me this scarf.
Why? Because I told him how my sisters and I loved the movie “Confessions of a Shopaholic,” and how fascinating I thought it would be to be “The Girl in the Green Scarf.”
(Now that I think of it, I did become The Girl in the Red Rubber Boots. I hope that wasn’t plagiarism. I never even thought of the connection until now.)
(Funny that I do not own a pair of red rubber boots, but I DO have a green scarf.)
And then…oh yes, I am holding that glittery $18 splurge purse. That makes the total for my outfit come out to…$18. The purse is starting to redeem itself, though, because I take it everywhere, it is just the size of purse I have always wanted, and it makes me happy whenever I look at it.
New subject: I was blessed last night. Because there was SOMETHING (cue ominous music) that I could not deal with, and I knew that I had to give it up to God, but how the bunnyslipper do you just MAKE yourself give something to God?
Yeah…I do it with mental pictures. The first time, when I gave my sickness to God and completely quit worrying about it, I imagined that I was scraping gum off of the inside of my brain.
This time I was shoveling mud out of my brain.
Is that weird? I guess as I mentally shoveled all that mud out, and gave it to God, and scrubbed the walls, and re-painted them white (even in my spiritual mental pictures I like to re-decorate), as I was so concentrated on giving it, making myself give it up…
I fell asleep then. Contented. I had given it up.
It was a nice feeling. Like there is someone above making sure things turn out okay in your life, which I always know is true, but I don’t always feel.
It was nice to feel it.