Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
Body Typing
I've heard them/seen them countless times and you must have as well.
You know - instructions for dressing the "pear shape," for flattering the "boyish" figure, etc.
What I hope to do here is give some practical direction that you haven't seen or heard in any other place. Or maybe I'm just breaking down the "rules" for a more practical application.
This is fairly simple, really. While it's presently very hot outdoors and while I happen to have (what I, personally, consider) a pretty hot shoe collection, I must dress the body I have. And so...

*When your knee is torn asunder - wear flats.
*When your back rebels and twangs a tune as as you cross the floor (which means NO bending over to shave your legs) -
wear long britches.
See, dressing the body you have is a cinch. At least if your body type is "falling apart."
You know - instructions for dressing the "pear shape," for flattering the "boyish" figure, etc.
What I hope to do here is give some practical direction that you haven't seen or heard in any other place. Or maybe I'm just breaking down the "rules" for a more practical application.
This is fairly simple, really. While it's presently very hot outdoors and while I happen to have (what I, personally, consider) a pretty hot shoe collection, I must dress the body I have. And so...

*When your knee is torn asunder - wear flats.
*When your back rebels and twangs a tune as as you cross the floor (which means NO bending over to shave your legs) -
wear long britches.
See, dressing the body you have is a cinch. At least if your body type is "falling apart."
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Falling Short
This dress is too short.
At least for me.
At least for me to feel comfortable.
But it was only as I headed out the door that I really caught a glimpse of myself, and suddenly, I knew some things.
I realized, for instance, just how inattentive I'd been to the details.
I recognized a shift, ever so subtle,
in my priorities.
I remembered that I'd see a specialist the next day to discuss my results.
And I understood - though I'd never imagined that I would - just what it's like for women in those very first days of waiting and uncertainty.
I've fallen short where you are concerned, having looked at myself but failing to see you in your troubles. I pray with deep sincerity that you will have peace in your times of need and that you will never feel unseen.
For a bit more perspective, click: Just Plain Wrong.
At least for me.
At least for me to feel comfortable.
But it was only as I headed out the door that I really caught a glimpse of myself, and suddenly, I knew some things.
I realized, for instance, just how inattentive I'd been to the details.
I recognized a shift, ever so subtle,
in my priorities.
I remembered that I'd see a specialist the next day to discuss my results.
And I understood - though I'd never imagined that I would - just what it's like for women in those very first days of waiting and uncertainty.
I've fallen short where you are concerned, having looked at myself but failing to see you in your troubles. I pray with deep sincerity that you will have peace in your times of need and that you will never feel unseen.
For a bit more perspective, click: Just Plain Wrong.
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Be Yo'Self
In 1985, Seventeen magazine ran a Noxema skincare ad which featured a girl with a shoestring tied in her hair.* I've tried very hard to find a copy of that ad - just as I've tried through the years to gather all those "In List" items topping the charts back then - back when I was 15, a freshman in highschool.
I've always been a little bit different from my peers but I haven't really embraced that - appreciated that about myself - until these last few years. In '85, doing not only my first year in highschool, but also my first school year in a new town, I wanted very much to fit in. And I assumed my quickest and surest path to acceptance was by means of my attire.
I could not, for various reasons, obtain a Levi's jacket, parachute pants, or Converse high-top sneakers, but lo! I could get myself a shoestring.
To say that my attempt at the latest fashion trend was not well-received would be, well...to call that a vast understatement would be a vast understatement. My shoestring was not only the source of my great ridicule on the day that I wore it - it became a call for slander for pretty much the remainder of the school year.
It's happened to me recently, on one of those days that I was playing dress-up at the Bargain Box, that a couple of girls gave me sideways glances and giggled to themselves. For just a second, I felt like I had a string tied into my hair.** But then I remembered just exactly who I am - and that I like myself.
This is about all of us, but especially the little bit different ones, because, as it turns out, there are a lot of us. Let's rally 'round, encourage one another. Let's do our best to appreciate what makes each of us different. Let's build one another up, rather than burn one another down.
Because God loves you*** and so should you.
*I may not have the details precisely right but this is my story, after all.
**There's just as good a chance that I did have a string in my hair.
***This has nothing to do with what we wear.
I've always been a little bit different from my peers but I haven't really embraced that - appreciated that about myself - until these last few years. In '85, doing not only my first year in highschool, but also my first school year in a new town, I wanted very much to fit in. And I assumed my quickest and surest path to acceptance was by means of my attire.
I could not, for various reasons, obtain a Levi's jacket, parachute pants, or Converse high-top sneakers, but lo! I could get myself a shoestring.
To say that my attempt at the latest fashion trend was not well-received would be, well...to call that a vast understatement would be a vast understatement. My shoestring was not only the source of my great ridicule on the day that I wore it - it became a call for slander for pretty much the remainder of the school year.
It's happened to me recently, on one of those days that I was playing dress-up at the Bargain Box, that a couple of girls gave me sideways glances and giggled to themselves. For just a second, I felt like I had a string tied into my hair.** But then I remembered just exactly who I am - and that I like myself.This is about all of us, but especially the little bit different ones, because, as it turns out, there are a lot of us. Let's rally 'round, encourage one another. Let's do our best to appreciate what makes each of us different. Let's build one another up, rather than burn one another down.
Because God loves you*** and so should you.
*I may not have the details precisely right but this is my story, after all.
**There's just as good a chance that I did have a string in my hair.
***This has nothing to do with what we wear.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Free People
Seriously, though, those folks are at least providing some great fashion direction. Take this Native American-inspired poncho, for instance. I could get it from their book for $168 ... or I could simply follow their direction at my favorite thrift shop instead. I got mine for one dollar.
That's almost free, people.
And that's really what this whole thing is about, see. I have gratefully been freed from the tyranny of high-dollar desire, that overwhelming urge to purchase instantly and at their highest offer.
And that's the reason that I share all of this ... because, well, you know ...
free people free people.
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