Ladies In Waiting

Becoming beautiful from the inside out...

2.14.2011

Happy Valentine's Day

A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year old kids, “What does love mean?” The answers they received were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

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“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over to paint her toenails anymore, so my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis, too. That’s love.”

Rebecca – age 8

“When someone loves you, the way they saw your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.”

Billy – age 4

“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on cologne and they go out and smell each other.”

Karl – age 5

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.”

Chrissy – age 6

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.”

Terri – age 4

“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she tales a sip before she gives it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.”

Danny – age 7

“Love is when you kiss all the time. And when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.”

Emily – age 8

“Love is what is in the room at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.”

Bobby – age 7 (Aww!)

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate.”

Nikka – age 6 (We need a few million more Nikkas on this planet)

“Love is when you tell a guy that you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.”

Noelle – age 7

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.”

Tommy – age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.”

Cindy – age 8

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.”

Elaine – age 5

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer that Robert Redford.”

Chris – age 7

“I know my sister loves me because she gives me all her clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.”

Lauren – age 4

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” Much tv?

Karen – age 7

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.”

Mark – age 6

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.”

Jessica – age 8

Practical Application

He’s teaching her arithmetic,

He said it was his mission.

He kissed her once; he kissed her twice and said

Now that’s addition.

And as he added smack by smack

In silent satisfaction,

She sweetly gave the kisses back and said,

“Now that’s subtraction.”

Then he kissed her and she kissed him,

Without an explanation,

And both together smiled and said,

“That’s multiplication.”

Then Dad appeared upon the scene and

Made a quick decision.

He kicked the kid three blocks away and said,

“That’s long division.”

Dan Clark

2.09.2011

Wikipedia excerpt...

Cabin fever is an idiomatic term for a claustrophobic reaction that takes place when a person or group is isolated and/or shut in, in a small space, with nothing to do, for an extended period (as in a simple country vacation cottage during a long rain or snow). Symptoms include restlessness, irritability, irrational frustration with everyday objects, forgetfulness, laughter, excessive sleeping, distrust of anyone they are with, and an urge to go outside even in the rain, snow or dark.

This is why Michelle came to work today. I cannot STAND being cooped up in the house for any amount of time. And I have no vehicle so that makes it even worse. :) And why Michelle went to work during Super Storm 2011 last week. lol

I'm also bored at work. Apparently no one needs radiant barrier spray if the sun isn't shining. Hmmm. Shop, Jen tells me. Window shop. I don't know how to. I buy, not browse.

Change of subject. I sewed last week! It was a short dress (that I'd bought last summer from Ross for a whopping $12.99) that I added two layers of ruffled lace to make it long. Really long. Maybe I will post a picture later. I wore it on Sunday and felt like an 18th century widow. lol My family had convinced me that it wasn't "too much" so I donned my widow's weeds for church.

Change of subject #2. Still dreaming of Puerto Rico. Or anywhere that has a beach and warm sunshine. Except Cali. lol I think I'm still scarred from my last trip to SoCal.

#3. Thinking of taking a mini vacation in a couple weeks. I need a change of scenery. Since I'm still an illegal alien, it will have to be limited to the states. *sigh* Maybe I need to take the necessary steps to remedy this situation. Yep, I should.

Since this could go on and on, I'll stop here.

Looking forward to revival this weekend. Lord knows we need it!

2.07.2011

Untitled.

Come on, Excedrin! PLEASE kick in. Welcome to my Monday.


Ever wonder if anyone will make it to those Pearly Gates? I mean, really. All this struggling, fighting just to keep the faith…will I really make it in? I’m so far from perfect. Isn’t that what this is all about? Being good enough to “make it in”?


Deep down I know it’s not. He’s never expected perfection from us. He knows we’d fall woefully short. So why does it feel as if perfection is demanded of me? Oh, not from Him. But…others.


I used to pretend perfection. I thought If I’m supposed to be perfect, I’ll try as hard as I possibly can. People pleasing and all that jazz, it’s a real picnic, I tell ya! It was all a show but I didn’t know it then. I thought I was doing what was expected of me…to present myself blameless, faultless. When I realized that I was living a lie, I slowly started to peel back the layers that I’d designed to hide the real me. Some layers were thicker than others and it took longer than I’d expected. Some layers fooled even me; I’d had them so long. Some layers caused pain in the removal. Aw, who am I kidding? Most of them did.


Since I’ve tried to reveal Me to the world, life has become quite interesting. Its funny (NOT haha funny) how many people became so used to The Other Me that it’s hard to convince them of Me. Makes me wonder if I’m trying harder to convince them or myself. Who knows?


Sometimes I’m confused.

Sometimes I’m angry. Like today. Lol Those poor people on the train this morning! I wore my feelings like an old fashioned battle armor….my chain mail was my attitude. I didn’t mean to be…mean! But sometimes making a Happy Face takes too much concentration. I could feel the stares of the ones who see me regularly. They were probably wondering why I was staring out the window, unseeing, unsmiling. Not that I am normally happy and cheery in the mornings, lol. There was just a melancholic cloud hovering over my head and it was plainly visible. The playlist on my MP3 player kind of echoed my mood.


For shame, you say. You should know better. You’re supposed to be a witness. True, true. This brings me to my original point; perfection and the lack thereof.


Does my lack of perfection cause me to lash out at Him? No, not really. Not anymore. It causes me to ignore Him, sometimes. Not purposely though. I try to sort out my emotions myself. (Though I’ve heard that this doesn’t work.)


I read a poem today. It made me shake my head in wonder. I’ve got a map and know where I’m going?! Guess I need to peel a couple more layers away because this is so far from the truth. In truth, I’ve been wandering for quite a while. While there is some shame in admitting this, there would be far more shame in not admitting it.


Sometimes I wonder where He is.

Where I am. Today is one of those days.

2.05.2011

Random Ramblings

I think I’ve been bit by the sewing bug. FINALLY! :)

I haven’t created anything for quite a while now, I’ve barely even done repairs! Fix a hem here, reinforce a button there… I think the fact that I’ve been making enough lire to buy whatever I want has caused me to become very lazy in being creative and designing outfits. :) It’s a curse, ya know?


Any hoo. My inspiration these days is Kristina J. She is an awesome seamstress, devoted mother, creative designer and a wonderful person, all around!


I went to the cloth store yesterday in the middle of a Texan blizzard (well, it seemed like one, anyways) and stayed until they closed! How’s that for determined?!


Here are some patterns I’ve been staring at recently. I need my mojo back.


For this ruffled creation, I will need to add sleeves, drop the hem (a foot or two!) and shop for accessories!

I also want to try my hand at a 3 tired, ruffled trench coat. :) Sounds complicating but I spied one on a fellow train passenger one morning. I have to have one! I found a pattern for the bodice of the coat and since ruffles are fairly simple, I think I can do it. :)

And last but not least, I will sew this. I've already bought the fabric (yay!) and will start cutting soon. It's a large flower print and I'm scared I will either look like a walking drapery advertisement or I will look like I forgot to change out of my muumuu before leaving the house. Cross your fingers... Oh, and anyone know where I can find some yellow pumps to match? :)