Color

Abiel and I went clothes shopping on Saturday.  GASP!  As we perused the first store. . . my lovely 13 year old snagged a couple of items to try on.  Black, grey, black and another shade of grey.  Hmmmm.  "Taking after your Mom, eh?  Maybe we need to explore some color today."

Our second stop provided our opportunity to explore color.  Mint green, jade green, bubble gum pink, banana yellow, fire orange, peachy peach, and of course one classy black to top it off.  I was so proud of Abiel.  :-)  Why does it get more and more difficult to branch out of our supposed "style" the older we get?  Argh.  But she did it. . . and so did I, for that matter .. . a little.  ;-)  I guess I could say "a lot" since it may be just as painful for a mom to let their first born daughter branch out as it is for herself!

"I look like a box of pastel paints exploded," she declared as she donned her favorite new outfit for the review of her Papa.  "Mama and I were exploring COLOR today!  What do you think?"

Let's just say, Heath passed with flying colors.  ;-)

I give you permission to appreciate color today.  ENJOY!

Disconnecting

I've had a few months of disconnecting.

And I like it.  I think everyone needs to disconnect occasionally.  Disconnecting gives me time to think and feel things that are shoved into little corners of my heart.  I shove them away so I can deal with them in a time when it would be safe.  Sometimes, the only safe time to pull those little guys out to observe and question and learn from them is in a period of disconnection.  If we don't disconnect, when will we unpack the things piled in the corners?

In my recent disconnection, I'm learning again what I believe matters.  When I am surrounded by people all the time, I start to become a melting pot of every one's ideas.  That's not necessarily bad or wrong.  But every so often, I want to know what I think about a matter or belief or situation.  And I need space to find out what I think.

So what do I think?  That's for another day.  ;-)

Nose Rings?

When I was in second grade, Jay Tiedemann made fun of my nose. I was completely horrified about my nose and hated it from second grade until my junior year of college when a friend of mine made some mention of my "cute little nose." (completely opposite of the 2nd grade description!) It only took 13 years to realize I was believing a 2nd grade boy's analysis of the appearance of my nose!

From that point on, I made friends with my nose. I always liked nose rings but still couldn't bring myself to adorn my nose. I tried to get it pierced once in Europe, but chickened out when my friend had blood spurt three feet out of her piercing. Ahhh, NO THANKS!

Recently, I've been noticing more nose rings and thinking maybe this is the time of life to do it. There's still a tiny part of me that wonders if people will misjudge me when they notice my nose ring, but then again, were they misjudging the me who would get a nose ring but didn't have it yet? Sooooo, I did it. And I love it. And that's the story of my cute little nose . . . . ring! ;-)