Much to my surprise, I got on here to do another blog post and they totally changed the outline so I can’t even figure out what to do. Holy crapoli! I hate it when they do that. I decided to do what anyone should do in my situation, just dive in and attempt to figure it all out as I go. Bear with me. *(I had to get help disabling Gutenberg and returning my blog back to the classic editor layout I’m used to.)
This week, I’ve combined two trends I’ve been loving lately. One, pleats: mostly I’ve been seeing them in skirts, but this top is pretty fun as well. Metallic. Fuchsia. Pleats + bling buttons = a win. In my book.
This skirt is a classic from Ann Taylor Loft a few years ago. I love the embroidery near the bottom and along the edges. Plus the uneven scalloped edge.
Sometimes I like to twirl. This cute little purse is a vintage one and the strap was loose, so at some point the whole thing went flying as the strap came off on one side. Wah. Wah. Wah.
I’m trying to fix it. ^ I couldn’t do it on the fly.
I gave up on the cute little purse. I was just holding it in this photo. Ha. Sometimes fashion falls apart on us. It’s all good.
We also got to watch a heron flying over head and land in a tree nearby. He stayed there the whole time we were taking photos, then flew off just before we left. I missed seeing him fly away as I was probably busy trying to fix my purse. Or hunt for the pin that had been holding one of the straps in place so I could pin in back together. (A good hint that your vintage purse needs fixing is when you see a pin stuck in it to hold the strap on. Ignore that sign at your own peril… Hahaha.)
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~ All photos were taken by Calvin Hodgson. You can find his work on Flickr and on his blog.
I ran across these wonderful vintage Easter angel cards this weekend. I do love Victorian artwork, so I thought I’d share them with you in case you love vintage Victorian art as well. Or maybe you need an Easter angel this week. I know I do. And a regular guardian angel every other day as well!
I must admit. This morning I was having one of those days when things hit you hard. I woke up with yet another headache and didn’t think I’d make it to church for the third time in a row. But, I took some ibuprofen, got out of bed and managed to get out the door and down the road to church. They had free donuts when I got there. Score!
Worship started. I love the singing part. I think we should just forget about the talking part and just sing our way through the service. Ha. But seriously. We started singing, there was a big cross on the stage, and I started thinking about my mom’s cancer. This month marks the 18 month mark since her ‘D’ day was given to her. She’s supposed to either not be here right now, or have one foot in the grave. But instead, she’s alive and doing well. I get to go have Easter dinner over at my parents house today.
I’m not sure why this hits so hard on certain days, but for one, it’s a holiday. For two, it’s another landmark time that the doctor’s told her she had left to live. Now we’re into the time where they said at the most she’d have 18 months to two years to live. And when you get to these landmark moments, they just hit you like a rock in the gut.
My mom is still here. Take that satan! By the grace of God, she is still here, so I take that rock in the gut and throw a big gigantic boulder right back at ya, you stinky, slimy toad straight from the pits of hell!
I’m not sure if it’s all the prayers, the new trial drug, the CBD oil that we always feel like we shouldn’t mention she’s taking despite it’s many medicinal qualities. Maybe it’s the baking soda and water she takes a bit of on the side. Or maybe it’s the groats of oats. (Steel cut oats) I woke up one morning last year, with the phrase ‘groats of oats’ repeating itself in my head three times. I started laughing. I didn’t think there was such a thing as groats of oats. I felt very strongly that I needed to look it up, but shrugged it off as something silly. A few days later I got a Facebook message from a friend with a video clip in it talking about different things that were good for fighting cancer. And one of them was groats of oats, which I totally thought was a made up phrase playing through my head. A few weeks later I finally told my mom about the weird incident. Now she makes up big pots of groats of oats or actually steel cut oats which are the same thing cut down in three pieces so they are easier to cook. Whatever the case, we’re really not sure what’s doing it, but we’ll take whatever is kicking the cancer’s butt at the moment.
I’ve been busy doing background acting work these past two weeks. Everything that was filming around town has ended for now. But, I was thinking about all of my extras friends while the pastor was preaching his sermon. (He was talking about the prodigal son, in case you think I missed the whole sermon.) Some new, some old. And how you sometimes get paired up with someone or in a group of people and those people are your set buddies for the day. I was thinking I should do something similar at church. I go to such a big church, you don’t really connect with people very well, but, there are the people around you. They could be your ‘church buddies’.
So, when the lady in front of me raised her hand when they asked if people wanted to rededicate themselves to the Lord, or make an commitment to the Lord for the first time. I really wanted to give her a hug. But they asked them all to come up front. So she did with the rest of the new believers. When she came back, I went up to her and gave her a big hug and told her I was glad she was there and I thought she was a beautiful lady. She just held on to me and cried while they were singing a song up front. We talked a bit and I actually gave her a kiss on the cheek before I sat down. ~ Like where is Maureen, and what alien abducted her this morning, right? ~ I don’t normally do the cheek kissing thing unless the other person initiates it. Weird. So yeah. I just hugged on and loved on a new comer to East HIll Church today and welcomed her into the fold all because I thought, why not have a church buddy just like you have set buddies? And really, why not? In smaller churches you have relationships with the people in the church, but I’m used to being in a big church where you just get lost in the crowd. So, if you go to a big church like me, why not adopt a church buddy? Or take a new comer under your wing? I do it on background acting jobs, so why not do it out in the real world as well?
I asked Jesus “How much do you love me?”
So, this week, I challenge you. If you’re on a set, find a set buddy. If you’re at church, find a church buddy. At work, where ever you’re spending a good chunk of time. Why not find someone and make their day brighter by welcoming them into your life? And who knows, maybe you’ll be like an angel coming along to encourage, accept and love on them, just when they need it. If you feel like you’re not qualified, just remember, God doesn’t call the qualified, he qualifies the called.
God doesn’t call the qualified, he qualifies the called.
Have a wonderful, blessed week!
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