Tight Rolling

Yesterday, a dear friend of mine was trying out a new style. She is a beautiful young woman and she totally pulled it off. She was wearing skinny jeans that were folded at the bottem so that they almost looked rolled up. Like I said, she looked great but it immediately brought back images of junior high (late 80’s, early 90’s) and tight rolled jeans. I said as much and everyone looked at me like I had gone batty (which is a look I receive often enough to know what it means). So, my question is: does anyone else remember that horrific time in fashion, besides myself? And did it traumatize you as much? I made the statement that if the tight rolled jean look repeats, as fashion has a tendency to do, I am leaving the planet. I hope no one in that room holds me to it however, since the technology is just not available to sustain life on the moon at this time.

It did bring up another question though. Why does it seem that only the fashions from the 60’s on are repeating? There are so many generations before that time that have great fashion to offer. I don’t see any problem in greeting my husband at the door after a long day of work in a 50’s style dress with accompanying pearls and high heels. It’s actually a testament to our femininity that we are able to vacuum, prepare dinner and take care of the kids in said fashion. Or what about the flapper style of the 20’s? Women really broke the mold then, claiming independence from the expected fashion of the day. All this to say to those that have influence in what’s in style….PLEASE don’t bring back the tight rolled jeans!!!!!

The Lost Art of Letter Writing

The other evening I dug out some letters I had saved from college and reread them. I was encouraged by reading my friends’ thoughts of me and knowing that they had taken the time to express those thoughts on paper. It occured to me that I haven’t received a letter in a very long time, nor have I written one myself. I have almost forgotten the excitement of finding an envelope in the mail that wasn’t a bill or advertisement. The thrill of reading someone else’s words meant just for me, and the anticipation over what to write back in response are a fading memory.

After reading the letters I became inspired to write one of my own.  The practice of letter writing is quickly dieing and I for one do not want to be part of it’s extinction. It’s amazing how some people can bear their hearts on paper in a way that doesn’t translate to the spoken word. Although I believe the spoken word holds power, it should be used for such purposes. The words that are unspoken are reserved for the heart and find their home on paper. It is my personal mission to save the letter. Help me in this mission by taking the time to wrtie a letter today!

 

Boys Will Be Boys…

Still figuring this all out. It’s hard for me to get used to the idea that many people may see this. I am used to journal’ing and being completely open. Although I am an open person by nature, there are a lot of things I’d rather people not see. So I’ll talk about other people…my kids.

I have three awesome boys, but there are times when they can push every button I have and then find ones I didn’t know existed. The youngest of the three is so cute and knows it. He has these huge brown eyes that present the look of innocence to someone who does not know better. I know better and it’s still hard at times to keep a straight face, but yesterday was not one of those times…

I try to work from home as much as possible and yesterday was one of those days. We had already been out for a while running errands, so I instructed Em (my 3 year old) to lay on the couch and watch some TV since he had missed his nap. I trusted that the twins (8 years old) would keep an eye on him. So, after working for a half an hour I went into the living room to find Em with a bottle of bubbles half spilled on the carpet while he was chewing a wad of gum, which had been obtained from my purse whose contents were strewn all over the table. His brothers were no where in sight. UGH! In my anger I tried to get the bubble liquid off the carpet, but the more I rubbed the foamier it got.  Fortunate for Em, he soon fell asleep on the couch giving us both a reprieve.

That was not the end of it, however. Later that evening he unrolled our last roll of paper towels and stuffed them in the garbage. He also decided he wanted some sunscreen on and poured the contents of the bottle all over the chair, carpet and himself. At the end of a day like that I truely want to escape, and as my usual practice, I curled up with a good book.  AHHHH!

All in all it was a good day, and Em just ads excitement to my life. It’s such a good thing he is so stinkin’ adorable!

 

Deflated…

This morning I was a balloon filled with particles bouncing around creating a chemical reaction that kept me afloat. Now I am deflated. Not depressed, nor discouraged. I am at rest…until tomorrow, which is why this is so short.

Hello world!

Well, I guess this is it. The next step in technology…at least for me. I’m sure I am a little behind. Bear with me as I get the hang of this thing.