Category Archives: glamorous life

today I have the courage

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I am not a hat person. In fact, I believe that I look ridiculous in hats. Wandering through the accessories department I want so much to just pick up a hat and try it on. Preening in the mirror I would see this gorgeous creature not ridiculous me wearing a hat that is obviously too small for my big head with even bigger hair.

I am not a hat person.

My daughters, on the other hand look great in hats…any hats. They put them on and transform into whatever characteristic the hat conveys and they strut around confidently wearing their hat. It’s the self confidence that they have, I know. Yes, I have been jealous of that confidence my girls have while at the same time congratulating myself and their father for being the awesome parents that we are to have raised up such dauntless human beings. If only I had that sense of self back when I was their age. I would have been wearing hats all the time.

Alas, I am not a hat person.

But the other day I decided to try on a hat…

and…

It fit! A ladies’ hat that fit my fat head! I kind of liked how I looked with it on too. So I bought it. Then I wore it today…all day…everywhere.

Perfect day to wear such a hat too since it was hot like seven inches from the mid-day sun hot.

I have a hat. It is graceful and feminine and has a wide brim with a red ribbon around the band. It gives me a certain dignity, as if I were attending a state funeral or something. People are generous in their compliments. Someday I may get up enough courage to wear it, instead of carrying it.
~ Erma Bombeck


judged

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Hazel took one look at what I was wearing…a plain t-shirt and capri style yoga pants…and with an arched eye asked, “Are you going to wear THAT, Mi-ma?“

Surprised, I answered back that yes I was. I wasn’t going anywhere that day save for picking up Jodie at school and taking her to work. I showered. I brushed my teeth. I put on a little bit of makeup. I was even having a fabulous hair day. So what could possibly be wrong with what I was wearing? I was spending the day caring for and playing with my grandbabies and (in my opinion) I was dressed for that kind of action…perhaps a little over-done with the makeup and perfectly blown out hair.

Hazel exhaled a sigh and suggested that I SHOULD be wearing pants, like REAL pants. So there it was. Judged by a three year old fashionista. Seriously, this has NEVER happened to me before from any of my kids…at least when they were three…to my face. Liz nailed it on the head when she commented, “They birth them so saavy these days.“

They do. Indeed, they do.

all in all she’s just another Brick

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In the news in the interwebs, we are to feel sorry for poor Samantha Brick.

Really.

I mean look at her.

She’s beautiful…at least she declares that she is. She adds that it is so hard for someone as beautiful as she is. Pilots send flight attendants to offer her bottles of champagne. Bartenders won’t accept her credit card to settle her bar tab. Women hate her. Her female friends especially hate her and don’t trust her because she might steal their men away from them. Her female bosses dislike her and pass her over because she is younger and prettier than they are and because they won’t succumb to her flirtatious wiles.

SIGH!

Oh Samantha!

You are pretty enough. You have a lovely figure clearly because you exercise regularly and don’t drink and never eat chocolate.

(?)

Truly you are blessed….even if you are deprived of the blessed heavenly goodness that is chocolate. But Samantha, while you might be a lovely woman, you are not beautiful. Sorry.

You see what makes a woman beautiful is not her perfect, blonde hair or her slim figure or the fashionable way she dresses and no, not even the confidence she has in her gorgeous out-ward beauty.

No. Not at all.

Dear Samantha, yes the outward package is a part of it and so is the confidence one carries oneself with; but that is but a small part of a beautiful person…a truly beautiful person. What makes a person beautiful is their heart and how they share it with those around them…their friends…their family…their lover…their co-workers…the lady at the bank…the pierced-out barista making their mocha frappuccino…the old man who smells in the express lane at the grocery store with obviously more than 15 items.What makes a person beautiful is the beauty all around them that reflects off of their presence.

If you and I were to be standing side by side you might be right in that you are most likely more attractive than me and the fact that I am nearly ten years older than you and I drink wine and LOVE chocolate could very well be why. But I’m okay with that. I might not be as lovely as you (by your definition) but I stand proud in the truth that I am the mother of some wonderfully amazing people whose beauty shines from deep inside their hearts and souls out past the pretty, pretty shells. I made that beauty that graces this world. I nurtured and cultivated it. I can declare that I have added some much needed beauty in this world that is shared every day just by the lovely nature that is my children’s smiles, their hearts, their tender souls. Samantha, lovely Samantha, THAT is just one thing that makes me beautiful…no matter how old I might become.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years.
~ Audrey Hepburn

something to appreciate

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I got to work last night…only for a few hours covering lunch breaks, still, I was working last night. Oh, hey, I’m working, earning money which is most excellent. I have missed the babies and my colleagues and wearing scrubs for weeks…maybe even months. I really have missed it all a lot. I really appreciate the fact that the census has picked up and instead of being cut from the schedule I am being called and asked to come in to work..a lot…compared to not at all.

I really appreciate being able to do what I am educated and trained to do.

I appreciate the ability to actually pay my bills…or at least try to catch up on them. Of course this means that I will appreciate not being called numerous times every day by said bill collectors just in case my sad financial situation has changed from two hours ago…I could have won the Mega Millions lottery you know…if I actually played the lottery…with the money that I don’t have to pay the bills.

Yeah, it is good to be working and doing what I love and do best. I’m sure my patients appreciate that.

I hope my patients appreciate the fact that I wore my hair up in a sock bun for them last night…they should…just saying.

gifting me

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So there I was last week roaming the aisles of Target killing time before picking up Jodie from dance. I thought perhaps I would pick up something pretty (and cheap) and new to wear for my birthday…

Yes, I seem to be still talking about that because, well, because I am still talking about that.

But, alas, I really found nothing that appealed to me because I found nothing that I really needed right now. It seems that for me these days needs always beat out wants. I have lots of wants but when I ask myself do I need this I find myself putting pretty much everything back on the shelf. Plus I have to add that Target your stuff to wear on your shelves and hanging on your racks looks cheaply made and not so pretty right now. Sorry.

Anyone care to bet that Target won’t be making pitches my way anytime soon…even if I shop there all the time.

So I wandered away from the clothing, accessories and shoes aisles and found myself in the toys aisles because I haz a 10 year old boy and grandbabies. Just look what I bought for myself for my birthday.

Definitely a need!

When weighing out my wants versus needs I find that yes, I NEED this here under the Big Top. Fallon is quickly moving out of the eat, sleep, burp, sleep and cuddle stage and wants to play and be entertained. Unfortunately, we no longer have any age appropriate toys and gizmos here for her as Hazel took them all when she and mommy moved out to make a family home of their own. So this is what I bought for me…to share with Fallon when she comes to Mi-ma’s circus tent to play.

This crazy thing has so much going on…flashing lights, music, a mobile that spins around, toys to bat around and grab at, all kinds of visual  and tactile stimulation and even a support pillow for tummy time…ah, and as the box it came in proclaimed, easy access to the baby…because when considering a baby play mat purchase one must always consider the ease in accessing the baby…lying on the play mat…on the floor. For me, Fallon’s smiles, giggles and coos were enough. I made a wise choice in purchasing this.

Don’t worry, I managed to purchase a couple things just for me thanks to my Dad and generous friends. This came today.

A friend for Lola. Her name is Lyric. My darling husband thinks it is silly that Epiphanie Bags have girl names. He also doesn’t understand why I would need more than one…he just doesn’t get it.

Pssst! I would definitely entertain a pitch from Epiphanie Bags…just sayin’!

Lyric is a pretty, pretty camera bag isn’t she? She has plenty of room to carry not only my camera, a couple of lenses and my other personal stuff but she has a spot specifically meant for my iPad. How awesome is Lyric? She’ll go very nicely with this dress (thanks to another awesome generous friend) that will be making the rounds come graduation and wedding season…or if my darling husband can try to sneak away for some anniversary celebrating in spite of graduation, wedding and birthday celebrations that are conflicting with any anniversary plans we might have wanted to make.

Oh well! I have Lyric, I will soon have a beautiful, sexy new dress and I have a sweet new toy for Fallon. Life is good! Thank you Dad, Brent, Candy and Kari!