Friday, December 30, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
My favorite Disney character is Peter Pan. While my childhood chums would brush their hair trying to make it gleam like Cinderella’s, I wore my green leggings and would jump off any surface I could, think happy thoughts, and try to fly. There are certain memories from childhood that are simply too great to say goodbye to. Included in these fond memories are some of my favorite outfits and ensembles, and I’m on a quest to reclaim them. I still dream of flying – but now I do so wearing an empire-waisted dress and a pair of green tights. It’s still like Peter Pan – just grown up.
My favorite pair of jeans as a child were flare legged and each back pocket had a large embroidered butterfly. I loved these jeans because they felt special. No one else had them. They might have had similar jeans, but these felt like they were mine and no one else’s. Childhood lesson: Find one item that makes you feel ridiculously beautiful and ridiculously special. Because, you’re both of those things!
I had a babydoll dress that I’d wear almost every day, usually with a pair of leggings and tennis shoes. I loved it because I looked like a girl, but I could run and keep up with the boys. It felt like I was free to be whatever I wanted! Childhood lesson: Who cares if your clothes fit your “image” – wear what makes you feel confident regardless of the labels.
Spandex lace shorts
My mom has a framed picture of me wearing Barbie roller skates, a Minnie Mouse shirt, and cotton spandex shorts with black lace around the hem of each leg. It was the first thing I ever wore that made me feel like a rockstar. Childhood lesson: Find an iconic accessory – a pair of shoes, necklace, pair of earrings, etc. – and declare it your rockstar item.
I wasn’t allowed to wear jeans to school until I was in the sixth grade. Once I graduated from college, I began pining for the dresses of my childhood because believe it or not, I could do more in dresses than I could in jeans. Childhood lesson: In my long dresses I could ride a bike, run around, crawl under things, and never get in trouble for being indecent. I was fearless! So in honor of that kid, put on a maxi dress and then go climb a tree.
While being a grownup can be great (hello happy hour!), we’d be doing ourselves a disservice if we forgot about the childhood us with the calloused feet and skinned knees. When’s the last time you felt like a superhero? When’s the last time you climbed a tree? Sometimes reclaiming your childhood is as simple as putting on the superhero costume – or a pair of Barbie skates.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
"In the truest sense of the word, those who are bohemian are those who embrace and enjoy life. The bohemian look is about freedom, art, and beauty. If you can’t wear your hand crocheted sweater to work, then make sure that you take at least one moment to sit down by a river and sketch (regardless of your artistic ability), lock yourself in your bedroom and sing full voiced to your favorite songs, or spend a night with your closest friends drinking wine, laughing until you cry, and eating great food."Check out the full article here. I'm loving this freelance writing thing, and will be trying to post more original posts about fashion, etc., on my own blog in the coming weeks.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
When I taught this class I sat with a piece of paper and a pen and asked myself - "Suzanne, what are your deep wants?".
I couldn't list a single one.
A couple weeks ago Maggie asked me flat out if I wanted to date or if I wanted to be single.
I wasn't able to answer her.
Two nights ago I lay in bed trying to get to sleep and in a moment of transparent prayer told God that I was going to unabashedly, unashamedly, ask him for everything I wanted.
I wasn't able to ask for anything.
Of course there are things I want for others: I want my mom to meet a wonderful man to be her partner the rest of her days, I want my little brother to be introduced to a great Christian friend in New York, I want Maggie to be successful in Bellingham. I just can't ask for those same things for myself. Often when people ask how they can pray for me, I don't know what to say. I know there is such a thing as contentment, but I'm not certain if I'm experiencing contentment or if I am completely dulled to what I want.
Maybe I am content! Maybe my soul is deeply satisfied! But when faced with a point blank question about what I want, shouldn't I have an answer? Oh, Lord, what do I want?
Friday, July 8, 2011
Monday, April 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
|Which yoke is better? The one I carry |
or the one these oxen are carrying?
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
I think this is a pervading feeling in my life. I am always afraid that I will never be as good, as funny, as pretty, as talented, or as interesting as those around me. This is something God is working with me on, and taking spiritual journey again this past year is continuing to help me in see myself as God sees me.
I think I am talented in some things but when I stand next to someone who has the capability of bringing down the house with their singing talent, my ability to creatively craft a Bible study or write a thoughtful card doesn't seem so significant.
I guess talent is in the eye of the beholder. There are some people that would never want to get in front of a crowd of people and dance, act, or play an instrument. They might admire those that do, but they have no desire to have those performing arts be one of their talents. Another thing if that sometimes with my talents, when I fail at them the consequences seem more severe. It's a burden I don't really want. If a dance makes a misstep during a performance, they might feel embarrassed or get scolded, but they haven't harmed anyone. When I fall asleep on the job and don't exercise a gift of compassion or temperance, the misstep hurts my heart, and I'm afraid it might hurt others as well.
Definitely a stream of consciousness post. Time for bed!