This has been a CRAZY month for our little family. We have battled all kinds of little flus and ailments and now little man has pneumonia so I've not had much time to sit and compose anything. Actually I haven't had much time to myself at all other than the quick trip I made to the Dr. myself. Ok, ok I admit it...I was gone for more than 4 hours. And no, I didn't just go to the Drs. office. But wait, I don't want to get ahead of myself.
After putting myself on the family "back burner" for about four months I decided I was tired of the back pain and went to see the dr. One thing led to another and so I found myself sitting in another Drs. office nervously waiting my turn. I don't like going to the dr. Especially if I'm having to find a new doctor. Bleh. Anyway, moving on. So the good thing about mommy needing to go to the Dr. means that mommy goes alone, right? Therefore, I always find myself EXTREMELY patient with people when I go to the Dr. alone. "Oh, you need to go ahead of me? NO, that's ABSOLUTELY fine. I can wait, no really I insist...I'm in no hurry" I admit I am secretly thinking about the fact that it's quiet here and I can read one more chapter in my book, or scroll through another page of pinterest on my phone. Devious isn't it. I know.
Ironic that I just found this clip.
Ok, so I get through the dreaded Drs. office visit, and during that visit I find that I have NOT lost weight as I had previously supposed. In fact I may have gained a pound or two. Apparently, southern food does not agree with me so much. Bleh, again. I get in the car and start to head home. Or should I go ahead and go to the grocery store? I COULD get through there a whole lot quicker alone. Oh look! This is the street where one of my favorite consignment stores is! I could pop in there for a few minutes and take time for myself!
And so, off I go to my favorite little consignment shop....
Folks, I admit it. I got lost in there slow stepping the entire way. I am a deep thinker, and when left to myself I drift into a silent state of deep thinkingness (It's my blog so I can say words like "thinkingness")
I found lots of goodies in various colors and styles intending on trying something new. You know what I mean, don't act like you don't. This is the part where we gather those items that might give us a "new" look or style and then we hide in the dressing room trying that mess on to see if it REALLY looks good on us before sharing it with the rest of society (those of you who actually do this BLESS YOU!) I gathered my things and stepped into the dressing room. And that was the moment this particular blog was born. I looked around at the pretty set up in that little room. One corner had a little white chair with green seating, the other corner had a fabulous looking chair in zebra style and in between the two was a large mirror detailed with white scrolling. The room looked absolutely darling and harmless enough so once again I feel duped into stepping inside to make myself fabulous!
The first skirt I tried on was a neat little flared skirt with a maroon, black, and cream print. I really liked it! It had darling pleats in it and looked so lady like! I put it on, zipped it up, and stood in front of the mirror. WHOA! Where did SHE come from?! Why does "that" girl always appear right in the middle of my fun! I didn't invite her along. She looks way less than fabulous in that skirt! In fact it is quite possible that she has bigger hips than I. For shame! (turned to the side) Yeah....NO. Besides, I didn't really like this skirt anyway, and one little gust of wind and those pleats would go sailing along with my dignity. Ok, so next item. Ahhh yes, the straight red skirt. I like straight skirts, they seem to hide a multitude of imperfections on my mommy body. This one is RED! Yay! I have been searching for that perfect red skirt for quite some time. I put it on and look in that tattle tail of a mirror. Whoops! This one just isn't the right fit. It's entirely too short & completely uncomfortable so not even an extender slip would do the trick. It gave my lower half a funnel shape. It also made me wanna shout "ROLL TIDE" but not because of football to be certain. And the jacket I tried on with it, although very cute just wasn't for me. Now, before you start getting all depressed for me, understand that I did try on that fabulous yellow blouse with an amazing navy cardigan and had success! Very happy about that cardigan because it will match most everything in my closet. I love shopping in my color pallet. My color pallet is Autumn so I get all those neat golden yellows, oranges, and deep greens. And, while I'm on the subject, if you do not know your personal color pallet you should really find out what it is. Then you must shop for yourself in those colors. It will change your life and how you and others see you. That's a subject for another day. Ok, now that I said that I also have a confession. I bought a black and white striped cardigan too. For those of you who DO know about color pallets you are now shaking your head and thinking "WHAT?" after she went through the whole color pallet speech she bought something in another season?! Why yes, yes I did. But again, that's a subject for another day. Now that I'm done rambling let's get back to the story. I had taken probably 10 or 11 pieces into that dressing room. And purchased only 3 items. Partly because of that other girl that tagged along and partly because while I was in the dressing room trying on my fabulous finds the store music was turned off and the shop was closing. Oops! I seriously did get lost in there! My "quick" stop had turned into an hour and a half of slow wandering and deep thinking.
I walked out of that store having learned an important lesson that all too many times I forget. I am my biggest critic. Nobody will be harder on me than myself. It's true.
I left the store looking the same as when I went in. I walked in the front door of our house feeling a few pounds heavier than when I left thinking I had lost weight. But I didn't walk in the door feeling less loved. My family loves me for who I am not for what I look like. And God loves me for who I am too. Unwavering, unconditionally, loving me, because I am His. I cannot fit the style of someone else no matter what that style might be. I can only be me. I can no longer wear the clothes of a thin girl (though I certainly will lose that weight!) But, I can wear styles that suit my shape best. The same thing goes for other areas in our lives. If we try to "fit" the life of someone else we will surely fail every time. We can only be the "we" that we are. We are all blessed with talents that only we can do like nobody else. Nobody can do the things that I can do like I can do them and vice versus. Attempting to do the things just like our favorite "model" that we flatter so much by imitating causes us to lose out on just how wonderful we can be too. It's ok to be comfortable in who you are and in WHOSE you are! Remember, we are Gods child and He loves us and blesses us not because of what we do or how we look but simply because we are His. Just like my clothes must fit my personal size and shape, my talents too must fit me. But, just so we're clear on one thing. I feel it's ok for me to grow and shape my talents and improving them. As for my size...I think I've grown and shaped that enough!! ;)
In Joy,
Aimee
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