Saturday, January 18, 2014
Jeans. I have been hating on jeans for years... ever since low cut waists became the thing. Even if I was in great shape (which I'm NOT), I've had 4 kids and there's just no way that area of my body shouldn't be covered. Supported even. With some spandex. And possibly bondo.
So I stopped wearing jeans because even the highest rise at Old Navy did not do it for me. (Also? Can I just take a second to complain about how many ass-cracks I've seen in the last few years, thanks to this God-forsaken trend? Even on skinny people, when your pants are that low and you bend over - ass-crack. No thanks, really.)
One of my Facebook friends was crowdsourcing best jeans for the 40-something body recently and I saw lots of recommendations for Not Your Daughter's Jeans. (The name is promising...) I saw them online at Nordstrom and Bloomingdales, but they're pricey. Even if they are miracle jeans, $100+ is a lot for my budget right now. So I checked eBay and holla! I found a pair, in the dark rinse I wanted, with a boot cut (I know, so 1990) in my size. And they are AMAZING. I love them! (And they were $25.)
There is a Lift and Tuck model - I don't think I got that style, so I can't say how those are, but, the regular kind fit, tuck and hang just the way I want them to. I'm ready to try for another pair.
(This is completely unsponsored. Just love the jeans. Any other recommendations?)
Monday, January 13, 2014
I did it. I survived 2013. (And even 13 days of 2014.) It was looking questionable there at the end. 2013 was, if nothing else, a religious experience. I learned to believe that someone else was driving my bus because I very clearly was not. (And I also prayed that it wasn't Keanu Reeves. Or a pigeon.) But the bus is at least still on the road, despite getting lost and driving over potholes and bridges that made me want to lose my lunch. I'm not even sure which road we're on now, but I've discovered it doesn't matter. I'm just trying to sit back and enjoy the ride. (Don't worry, I got lost in that analogy too.)
I make the same damn resolutions every year, and abandon them a few days into February, if not before. So this year, my only resolution is to paint the risers on my stairs. Surely I can accomplish that. (I was also going to RSVP promptly to everything I'm invited to, but yesterday I forgot to send my regrets to an event and so I'm giving up on that one. I suck at the RSVP. It's wrong and I know it, but it goes deep into my fear of social events and commitment. And also to the fact that I can never find my calendar.)
I contemplated resolving not to get into Facebook comment fights, but sometimes, you just gotta. I'd like to watch more TV, but that's not likely. Coloring my roots before they get embarrassing. It's a goal, but all to easy to break.
Paint colors. What color should I paint my risers? My plan was the picture above, but it's quite a commitment for me. Maybe I should just go with white? (You can see why this may take me the whole year...)
Image from Country Living
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Well, we seem to ping from one crisis to another around here.
Shout is doing well. Back and in school and happy. She's almost back to where she was emotionally, with a few rough edges that still need to be smoothed out. I need a long-term plan, but we've got the short-term under control.
Now one of the other kids is struggling. And again, I feel panicked, helpless, sad... It's so hard to know what is a four-alarm fire and what just needs time (and copious amounts of prayer) to work itself out. There was a great post on Flower Patch Farmgirl yesterday. (I am a Farmgirl Fangirl.) She says, "I want to micro-manage him forever, because it feels much safer and I think I might be more effective than God. (Keeping it real, God.)"
Yes! When do I just step back and trust it will work out?
And when do I stop living in what feels like a crisis? I keep waiting for the calm after the storm (there were those 3 days last week...), but another storm is always on the horizon. Maybe that IS life. Maybe it's all storm and I should just stop waiting for the calm. I'm not sure I have the spine for that.
So I went out and got myself a new job. I was all excited about it last week, and I still am, but it's tempered somewhat this week by the fear that the timing may not be quite right. We'll see. I don't want to say too much about it yet other than it's a place I've always wanted to work, it's close to home, it's a not-for-profit that does good things for the earth, and I can wear jeans. (It's the little things.)
My old job had changed quite a bit from when I first started and I was ready for something new. Especially something that gets me out of the house, because, guess what? I've been staring at these walls for 13 years. I would actually love to have another place to hang my hat for part of the day. Also, I need a more predictable paycheck. Because, guess what else? Mental health? It's for the wealthy, apparently.
I'm praying that our crazy can keep itself contained for 5 hours a day.