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Anchor for the Soul

When I first started studying hope, I thought God was encouraging me to be hopeful about a certain situation, and I was pumped. I couldn’t wait for how I thought things would work out, and I was excited to prove the naysayers wrong. But, as my friend had predicted, that situation did not work out how I’d “hoped” at all. Like, not only did the door close, but it was slammed in my face, locked, and the key thrown away – that’s how much it did not work out.

So, then I had to decide if I was going to practice what I preached. It wasn’t hard to be hopeful when it looked like things were going my way; it’s much harder when it actually went opposite of what I wanted, and there was no evidence in sight that things might improve in the future.

But, as we discussed yesterday, we do have evidence of better things in the future because God is good and His promises are that He gives good gifts to His children. His plans are to give us a future and a hope, and He has never let His people be forsaken.

Hope is a choice.

That is the conclusion I’ve come to. Like almost everything else in our lives, we can choose to be hopeful. We can choose to believe that God’s Word is true, that He loves us, that He’s working things out for our benefit, and that “this too shall pass.”

OR

We can choose to stay stuck in self-pity and fear and worry and doubt and all the other things that tend to creep in when we’ve lost our hope.

Since beginning this study, I’ve learned that Romans is a book chock full of hope. The book I’ve always viewed as very theology-heavy and cumbersome to read is actually full of inspirational verses about this confident expectation. Two of those verses are in chapter 5 (verses 3 and 4): “We also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.”

Hope is a result of strong character.

We’ve all heard cliches about what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, or, as my best friend in college used to say, “it builds character.” But, cliche or not, that’s what struggles do – they make us stronger, and out of that strength, we can have hope. Hope is not a passive, Pollyanna outlook on the world that ignores real life pain. It’s a choice that looks at pain and decides to take God at His word and remain hopeful, knowing that He is working all things together for good (also in Romans – 8:28).

Continuing in chapter 5, the very next verse says that this hope – the one that rises out of strong character, the one founded on a decision to persevere while maintaining hopefulness – does not disappoint. Why? Because of God’s love. Even if the circumstances are disappointing, our hope was not for nothing.

Hope is an anchor for the soul.

This same hope that buoys us also grounds us. When the peaks and valleys of life threaten to throw off our equilibrium and toss around the proverbial ship of our lives, hope keeps us steady. It keeps our emotions from going all over the map. The highs and lows of unmet expectations do not shake us as much because our hope is grounded in the One who is unshakeable.

And when we choose to have hope, when we choose to be grounded, we can also find true joy. Because knowing that this hope does not disappoint, we can, as Romans 12 says, be patient in troubles and joyful in hope!

I want to have hope.

I want to walk in joy. And, I want to live an exciting life that’s buoyed by the happy expectation of what God’s going to do in me and through me, and grounded in the knowledge that no matter what comes my way, God is working it for my good.

And yes, I want a happy ending “in the land of the living.” But, as Gigi from my favorite movie, He’s Just Not That Into You, says, maybe the happy ending is learning to live in hope, no matter what. Then, can we recognize and enjoy the happy ending that God had in mind all along.

I would have despaired had I not believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait and HOPE for and expect the Lord; be brave and of good courage and let your heart be stout and enduring. Yes, wait for and hope for and expect the Lord. – Psalm 27: 13-14 (AMPC, AMP)

(Part 3 of a 3-part series)

Hope Deferred

There are a lot of really great reasons to have hope.
  • By focusing on the possible positive outcomes, you take your mind off the negative possibilities, relieving yourself of that worry and anxiety.
  • The expression “hope floats” demonstrates hope’s ability to keep us “buoyed” – our spirits are high when we are looking forward to something good.
  • Hope motivates us to action. When you’re believing in a positive outcome, you take steps toward making that happen. Just like a pregnant woman prepares her nursery in happy anticipation of her child’s arrival, hope enables us to take measures to prepare ourselves for the good things coming down the pike.

I think the main reason most of us don’t actively hope is fear. When you have been hurt or disappointed so many times, you want to “guard your heart”, as the Bible says. Only, I don’t think “guarding your heart” means exactly what we’ve often interpreted it to mean. I don’t think it means do whatever you can to keep pain out. Rather, it means surrounding yourself with those things that give life to your spirit, with people who encourage you, with Scripture that speaks truth, and with faith, hope, and love. In doing so, you will protect your heart – not from pain ever getting to it, but from being crushed under the weight of that pain.

But, I get that fear.

I have been very disappointed in one particular area over and over again, and that’s the area where I struggle to have hope. When I go shopping, I have no trouble hoping that I will find some cute clothes; my experience has taught me that is likely to happen. I also find it easy to hope that when I go out in downtown Nashville, I will hear good music and talk to interesting people. I’ve learned to have a confident expectation of that result.

But, what about those areas where I haven’t had good results? Where I have been rejected or overlooked or turned away time and again? Those areas that actually really matter to me, deep down? What about those hopes for each of us of getting married, or having a child, or being matched for an adoption, or getting a promotion, or passing the licensure exam, or fill in the blank… How do I have hope when everything seems to indicate I really should keep my expectations low?

Those are the times when hope is absolutely the hardest. But, those are also the times when we must have hope. We must fight for it, for all the reasons mentioned above, and so many more.

If a situation is certain, there is no reason to have hope. At that point, you’re essentially just stating a fact. Yes, I have hope every night that when I go to sleep, my bed won’t collapse; however, that’s never happened, and I know the wood in my bed is sturdy and assembled well. So, I’m really just assured of fact at that point.

I mentioned yesterday that there was one more definition of hope according to Merriam-Webster. Technically, I guess it’s a definition for the expression, “hope against hope”, but it says, “to hope without any basis for expecting fulfillment”. Similarly, Romans 8:24-25 says, “…[H]ope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.”

We can’t wait until things look like they’re going in our favor to have hope. We must have hope now and confidently expect God to move on our behalf.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick.

Many of you are probably familiar with this proverb. I’ve heard it a million times and always thought it meant that hope unfulfilled makes the heart sick. And, I think it does. But, I also think that it refers to putting off hope. By trying to protect ourselves from pain by delaying having hope, we’re doing the exact opposite. We’re depriving ourselves of the peace and joy that comes from anticipating that God will move in our lives. We’re giving room to anxiety and worry and becoming pessimistic. And we are limiting the joy we can experience when something good does happen as a culmination of our hopes and dreams.

I think putting off hope also can create self-fulfilling prophecies. Earlier I mentioned how hope motivates us to action. The converse, though, is that if we don’t have hope, we are motivated to inaction. How many great things never happen because we’re too afraid they might not work out? By failing to act, we create the very scenario we were afraid of in the first place. You’re afraid the boss might find you too forward if you mention taking on more responsibility, so you stay silent; he assumes you aren’t interested in a promotion, and you get passed over. You’re afraid you might not be successful in that career, so you don’t pursue licensure and stay in a dead end job you don’t love. You think long-distance relationships seldom work, so you break up before you have a chance to try.

However, hope actually minimizes disappointments.

To use my earlier scenarios, I don’t lose hope if I shop and find nothing. I’m bummed, of course, because I like new clothes. But, I have the confident and happy expectation that the next time I shop, I’ll find something. If I go downtown and the band sounds terrible and no one talks to me, I might wish I’d stayed home and watched a movie instead, but I don’t assume I’ll never hear good music or meet interesting people again. And I certainly don’t think something is wrong with me. I just assume it was an off night and have hope that the next time I go, it will be better.

Disappointments always come. It’s a part of life, especially since while we know that God’s plans are best, we don’t always know what those best plans are. But, if we have hope, we can bounce back quicker from that disappointment. We can take things in stride, knowing that something else good is around the corner. God’s Word promises that since even human fathers know how to give good gifts to their children, our Heavenly Father does even more. It also says that the righteous have never been forsaken or God’s children had to beg for bread (Ps. 37:25).

So, while we may not have, as M-W says, “any basis for expecting fulfillment” in our particular situation, we do have basis to expect God to do good things in our lives because that’s who He is, and He has before. Just like David knew God could equip him to kill Goliath because he’d killed the lion and the bear, so we can look back on our experiences and see the many ways God has worked in our lives, even in ways we didn’t anticipate or in circumstances that seemed, well, hopeless. God is the same yesterday, today, and forever, so if He came through before, He will come through again – sometimes in the exact ways we’re hoping, sometimes in ways that exceed what we hoped for, and sometimes in ways that are completely different than what we imagined. But, He always comes through.

Where have you been deferring hope in your life? Have you put it off because you’re afraid of the disappointment? Think through the worst case scenario, and imagine what it will be like if you do have hope versus if you don’t. If the end result is going to be the same, won’t it be better to go into it hopeful, and then emerge still hopeful? And maybe, in the process, we will find what we were hoping for all along. But, as the three Hebrews in the fiery furnace said, EVEN IF we do not, we are able to still praise God because He is good, and so are His ways in our lives.

(Thank you to Joyce Meyer and her book, Get Your Hopes Up!, for inspiration on several of these points.)

(Part 2 of a 3-part series)

Take Me out to the Ballgame

I was out of town last week which always puts me way behind in my blog writing. But, y’all, I was in Utah for work and it was GORGEOUS! I wouldn’t last living there: cold and outdoorsy. But, it was so pretty!

Also, ALL THE TULIPS!!!!

I wanted to cry every time I stepped outside, it was all so beautiful. Seriously.

Anyway, prior to that trip, I went on a date. It was the Saturday before Easter – you know, the Sunday where I needed to leave my house by 7:15 to be at church for 5 hours – so, I probably shouldn’t have gone out. But, how do you resist an invitation to a baseball game? It’s my favorite kind of date!

Except for the clothes…casual clothes are REALLY hard for me. Well, I should say, casual clothes when you want to impress someone are really hard for me. I don’t like wearing flats on dates; I’m short enough as it is. I also prefer to wear rompers or dresses for warm-weather dates. But, obviously, at a baseball game, I can’t look like I’m trying too hard (although, as I was soon to learn, at Nashville baseball games, no one watches the games. I could have worn a romper with wedges and been quite at home with many of the other girls who just walked around the stadium and hung out at the trendy bar past left field.)

So, I settled on this: casual shorts, a t-shirt (but at least a cute one with a ballet back), and floral flats because it’s too early for straight up sandals. Maybe not my best date outfit, but it worked and got me out the door (I was, naturally, running late. I blame it on the casual clothes).

What would you wear to a baseball game – either, normally, or on a date? I feel like my answers to that question would be different depending on the circumstances; maybe yours are, too. Give me some ideas for next time, please!!

Cool Cool

I made a comment on facebook recently that I think I might be losing people’s attention because I haven’t had any good dating stories in a while. So…it’s time to give the people what they want!

One of the reasons there has been a shortage of stories about my love life is that I deleted all of my dating apps. I decided to just give real life a chance again for a while. And real life has treated me pretty well – I can generally weed out the weirdos before I go on a date with them (that doesn’t prohibit me from doing embarrassing things like asking out my chiropractor, but it does limit the awkward interactions), and so my dating experiences are much more pleasant. Perhaps, though, pleasant isn’t as great for my blog readership.

Fortunately for all of you, the other night, a ghost from Tinder past popped up.

For you to understand this story, I need to tell you about a guy I met online back in May. He lived in Knoxville but came to Nashville a lot. We exchanged numbers, and he started texting me. His texts were not exactly stimulating, though… Almost every day, he’d ask me how my day was, I’d answer, and then he’d ask when I got off work. Everyday I’d tell him I got off at 5. Guys, 5:00. Like, that’s not a weird time to remember. But, every day we’d have the same conversation, and I’d tell him the same time. His response was always, “cool, cool.” End of conversation.

Naturally, he became the “cool, cool” guy to my friends. After a week or so of this dead end conversation, I just ghosted. People may disagree with this technique, but when we’ve never met and I’ve shared no more conversation with you then when I get off work and “cool, cool”, I think ghosting is completely appropriate.

Fast forward to last weekend, I went out with some friends for my birthday. A man I’d never seen before came up and started talking to me, and as the conversation progressed, he insisted, repeatedly, that he knew me. I knew I’d never met this guy, and I don’t usually have “one of those faces”, but he insisted. After about 5 minutes, my friends were ready to leave, and I was over the conversation, so I said my goodbyes and the guy asked for my number.

Side note: I almost always give my real number, unless the guy is REALLY creepy. It’s hard to reject someone out right like that, and I don’t like lying by giving a fake number. I figure the worst that can happen is I get a few annoying texts after. Again, you may have a different philosophy on this point than me. That’s fine.

Anyway, the guy texted me while I was standing there so I’d have his number, but I didn’t open the text then. My friends and I went on our way, and it wasn’t until a few hours later that I looked at my phone and saw the unopened text. I opened it, and much to my surprise, there was a text history from that number. And, of course, as you’ve likely guessed by now – it belonged to the “cool cool” guy.

I guess my profile pictures are super memorable, or maybe he just has a photographic memory, because I for sure did not recognize someone whose pictures I’d seen 9 months ago. But, kudos to Cool Cool for being right; technically, we had “met”.

Also, as you might have guessed, I did not ever respond to him. Sorry, buddy. Meeting you in real life had only confirmed what my intuition has previously told me.

So, the morals of the story here are 2-fold. 1) Always listen to your intuition. It will not lead you astray. And 2) never delete your text history.

I was going to show you the outfit I wore that night – it was a very cute romper/choker combo, if I do say so myself. Unfortunately, none of those pictures turned out well. So, instead, here is what I wore on my actual birthday. I told you’d I’d probably wear this tulle skirt – and, I did! (Still not my best representation of a cute outfit. I promise it looked good, though. And I was a big fan of this color combo!)

My Awkward life

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming: My Awkward Life.

Y’all, I had the most awkward moment in my not-as-short-anymore-life a couple weeks ago. And this is coming from the girl who asked out her chiropractor – and then went back to him. It was terrible.

As ground work for this story, let me say that although I’m on this kinda-break from dating, I did have one “pre-existing” guy that resurfaced about the same time I started my break. So, I was grandfathering him in and had a date planned with him for the Tuesday after Halloween.

The Saturday before Halloween, I took my cute little Tooth Fairy costume out on the town with some friends. As I was about to leave (literally, I was checking Uber and Lyft rates), a man dressed as a chicken started talking to me, and he happened to be super interesting. (This is not important to the story, but he was from New Jersey, had gone to college in Oklahoma for the rodeo, moved to Nashville for music, still was the front-man for a band, but during the day was a commodity trader who was loaded and lived on his boat (I called it a yacht, but I think it was technically a boat.). FASCINATING. And it was all true. I googled him.)

Anyway, so the Chicken and I ended up talking outside for quite a while, and as we’re sitting there, a guy high-fives me. While I’m high-fiving him back, I look up and see that his buddy, dressed like a tiger, is the guy I have a date scheduled with for 3 days later.

Awkward.

Pause for a moment and let’s reflect on how small of a town Nashville really is. I run into people I know all the time. Usually in less uncomfortable circumstances.

Back to my story, the Tiger says nothing, but keeps walking, and I tell the Chicken that I have a date with that tiger on Tuesday. I figured he might as well share in the discomfort with me, although to his credit, he was much less phased by it than I was.

The Chicken and I keep talking, and after a little while, I’m calling an Uber again, when from across the street, I hear my name. The Tiger yells hey and waves and keeps walking. And I want to die. The Chicken says I can go talk to him, but that’s weird. I think I just did a little half-step dance move, said “this is the most awkward situation of my life”, and got in my Uber.

Needless to say, nothing ever came of either of those two guys. No big loss with the Tiger – this was about his 4th chance, anyway. But, I wouldn’t have minded talking to the Chicken more, even though I don’t think he shared my values. So, maybe it was for the best.

And, there you have it. Definitely the most awkward moment I’ve ever had – hopefully the most I will ever have. It really was like being in the Mindy Project or some other sitcom. But, I survived, and maybe the two bullets dodged made it all worth it.

Maybe.

As my shirt says, though, “Life is short.” Embrace the awkward (and wear sequins).

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Man Fast 2.0?

Y’all, I think I’m going to go an unofficial Man Fast again. For those of you who don’t know me well or haven’t been following my blog long, a few years ago, I took a 10 month break from dating. At first, I thought it was going to be miserable, but as time went on, it really wasn’t that bad and was a great move for me spiritually.

Fast-forward to now, and I’m kinda over dating at the moment. There are aspects of it that are super fun, of course, and I really enjoy meeting new people, getting dressed up, etc. But, for the most part, it’s a little exhausting and full of varying degrees of disappointment.

So, I’m thinking I may take a break for a while until someone REALLY wows me. Having said that, though, I am willing and available to be a plus one for the CMA Awards…just in case anyone needs one.

But don’t worry, I’ve got enough stories in the bank to keep you entertained, even if I am on a break (and, let’s be realistic. A homeless man threw his lunch at me while I was minding my own business, so break or no break, I will probably have new material.)

One such story happened a few months ago. I’ve been saving this one because I thought maybe this guy and I were going somewhere. We didn’t, so now I can talk about it. I’ve left out his name, but the details are accurate.

Earlier this summer, one of my good friends was in town with her husband. She really wanted to get pancakes at a very popular Nashville tourist destination, and having never been there, I was glad to go. The plan was to go to church, then get lunch. Unfortunately, I had a flat tire that morning and couldn’t go to church, so my friends came to pick me up to eat earlier. However, on the way to my house, they witnessed an accident on the highway and had to stop to give a report to the police.

By the time it was all said and done, we ended up at the restaurant about an hour before we would have been there had the morning gone normally. As we waited in line, baking in the sun, my friend and I decided to leave her husband to hold our place while we shopped at a nearby boutique. We turned around, and two people behind me, looking directly at me, was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. He looked like Bradley Cooper – only better, because he was a real person.

Like the mature 30-somethings that we are, this guy and I made eye-contact about 15 more times that morning but never spoke, despite being 2 feet away from each other for 45 minutes. I chatted with my friends about mundane things, started to drip with sweat, got my heel stuck in a crack and had to take my shoe off to get it out – you know, the kinds of things that really impress a man.

Finally, we sat down, ate, and were ready to pay. My friend and I ran to the bathroom, and while I was in there, I got the brilliant idea to write Mr. Cooper a note (this is not unprecedented for me. But that’s a different story). I grabbed a paper towel and wrote:

“You look like Bradley Cooper. If you live in Nashville, here is my number: xxx-xxx-xxxx. If you don’t, you should move. <3, Sarah Beth.”

My plan was to drop it off at his table as we were walking out. Only, when I left the bathroom, he was walking in. He gave me this huge, heart-stopping smile, and went into the men’s room. I walked over to his table, dropped off the note, and literally ran away as his friend sat there staring at me like I was a crazy person.

It was only as I was running away that I realized his friend better have gotten a good look at me because I left no identifying information.

Fortunately, he did, or Mr. C was smart enough to figure it out on his own, because a few hours later, I got a text, “I hope this number belongs to the cute blonde in line in front of me for pancakes.”

Sigh.

Of course, he was exactly my type. Christian, conservative, smart, fun, military special forces (hence, his remarkable resemblance to American Sniper Bradley Cooper)… Of course, he did not live in Nashville. Nevertheless, we ended up talking for about 2 months before the distance just became too big of a factor. But, that was about 7 weeks longer than I expected to talk to him, so really, I count this as a success.

While I was disappointed it didn’t work out, I think my two-month texting relationship with Mr. C did accomplish something very valuable, which was to revive my hope in serendipity (aka, God’s sovereignty). If I hadn’t had a flat tire and my friends hadn’t witnessed an accident, we wouldn’t have been in line at the same time as this perfect human specimen, and I never would have even seen him, much less had an almost-relationship with him. Everyone always says you can meet “the One” anywhere, and if I can meet someone in line for pancakes, never even speak to him, and then talk regularly for 2 months, I suppose they might be right.

So, to bring this long post full-circle, I’m keeping my options open, but I want something special, like what could-have-been with Mr. C. If that means I’m on a break for a while, so be it. If that means I meet someone at the gas pump next to me tonight and we hit it off, great! But if that means I start hanging out at pancake restaurants regularly, please stage an intervention.

1-neon-shoes-navy-shirtThis is the outfit I was wearing on that blessed day. Mostly, I just love these shoes, even if they do get stuck in cracks.

Have you ever left a note on a napkin for someone? How did it go? For those of you in relationships, what are your “meet-cute” stories? I always enjoy learning what circumstances brought people together, and I’d love to hear yours!

Baby’s First Review!

One of my good friends from Virginia Beach has recently started selling Arbonne, the skin, beauty, and healthy-living products with which many of you are probably familiar. Normally when I hear someone is selling something, I RUN the other way. I’ve had too many experiences where potential-friends have turned into actually-just-salespeople, and where real-life friends became consumed with hocking their wares. Or people I’ve not talked to in years are suddenly sending me facebook messages inviting me to parties in states I left over a decade ago.

But, Joyce is a good friend that I trust – and knew long before she started selling anything – so, when she asked me to review some Arbonne products on my blog, I was happy to help.

Joyce sent me some tea from Arbonne, a couple fizzy drink add-ins, and most exciting, a sample of the full RE9 Advanced Skincare line. One of the things I really like about this line is the convenience. Order everything at one time, and you’ve got a full line of morning and evening products to take out the thinking (I’m definitely a routine person; I don’t like to have to think about something as mundane as washing my face).

The set includes cleanser, toner, a serum, eye cream, and day/night moisturizers – 5 steps to better skin! Most of them have a delightful creamsicle scent. I can’t use the full-line; it wasn’t quite the right fit for my skin. However, the cleanser is HANDS DOWN the most thorough cleanser I’ve ever used. I wear two kinds of mascara, and taking it off at the end of the night is an impossible task that, even with eye makeup remover, leaves my washrags permanently stained. This stuff made eye makeup remover superfluous and left my skin so clean and refreshed.

Arbonne boasts natural ingredients, which I didn’t research enough to comment on. But, if you like a full no-thinking routine, it might be a great fit for you. Or, if you like a very thorough clean, the RE9 cleanser might be just what you’re looking for. Or, if you just like creamsicles. Regardless, Joyce would be glad to help you find the best products for you at www.joycereddinger.arbonne.com.

If you sell something you’d like me to review, please feel free to send me a sample or something, and I’d be glad to try it. But, keep in mind, that I might not buy your product myself because I’m cheap. And please don’t try to befriend me solely to get me to buy/sell something. That’s just rude.

Now, here is my own version of a (now out-of-season) creamsicle. Have a good Monday, y’all!

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The Hot Doctor

By popular demand, here is the story of me asking out my chiropractor that I alluded to a few weeks ago.

First of all, I hope he doesn’t ever read this (not sure how he would?), because I’m not really changing any details.

Second of all, let me assure any legitimate contenders for my affection (??) that I’m not the Taylor Swift of the fashion blogging world. I really don’t talk about dating situations that actually matter – good or bad. But, some of my stories are just so funny/ridiculous/entertaining that to not share them would be a crime.

Third of all, it’s long, but I think you won’t mind.

Those disclaimers made, I’d had a sore back for about 6 months, thanks to an ill-fated trip to the honky tonks on an icy night. I basically just googled a chiropractor near me and showed up. And, he was beautiful.

If you’ve ever been to the chiropractor, you know they get all up in your business, so having one that is good-looking is a little awkward. But, delightful.

My first three visits were great – he grinned so big when I walked in and would sit next to me while I was on this massage table thing and just chat. Then, he told me that I should find some friends with a boat so I could go on the lake with them…and he could come with me! So, y’all, I thought I was golden.

I seldom (never?) ask guys out. I’m just a little old-fashioned in that way. But, I thought the doctor/patient thing might make him think he couldn’t, so on my 4th appointment, I told him I wasn’t coming back for a while because I was feeling better. He seemed sad about it. Then, my appointment ended, and the conversation went like this:

Me: “So, what are the ethics here?”

McDreamy: “Uh…what do you mean?”

Me: “Well, since I’m not going to be here for a while…do I have to officially fire you for us to hang out?”

McD: nervous laughter. “Um, I’m not sure.”

Me: suddenly feeling awkward. “Well, read your chiropractor ethics book and find out.”

We talked about this for another minute or two, I asked if he’d be “disbarred” or whatever, and then we finished with this exchange:

McD: “I think there’d be a fine.”

Me: “Oh, then it’s totally worth it!”

McD: more nervous laughter “Uh, well, I guess I have your number…”

Me: “Haha” (but really, ‘yeah, dummy, it’s on my chart’)

Predictably, he never called. So…that did not work as I’d anticipated. But, I don’t regret asking him because a) I thought I was clever about it, and b) I would have always wondered “what if”, if I hadn’t.

I still think he gave me all the right signs – it honestly didn’t even occur to me that this was a gamble. Oh well. You win some, you lose some. But, this is not the end of the story. Of course.

Unfortunately, I hurt my back again, and since he’d helped so much the first time, I thought I’d be an adult and go back to him. So, I did…

The follow-up visit actually wouldn’t have been awkward, but his receptionist forgot to record the appointment. So, I walked in to an empty office, and him coming from the back in shorts and a t-shirt. For some reason, we still went ahead with the appointment, despite the fact that we were the ONLY TWO PEOPLE IN THE OFFICE. Had my previous attempt at alluring him gone better, this scenario could have been quite romantic. But, alas. It was instead as awkward as befits my life (insert monkey with his hands over his eyes emoji).

So, here I am again at square one. C’est la vie. In that spirit, here is a dress I used to wear on dates all the time. I don’t any more, partly because I haven’t been on a date in a while, partly because I’m tired of it, and partly because I’ve moved on to shorts as my go-to date wear. But, it still has a little wear left in it, and you know I love a good fruit motif.

1 - mint green dress, yellow accessoriesHave a good day, everyone! And be bold! It does make life more exciting, even if it doesn’t work out like you’d planned.

Don’t DIY

First of all, I’m kinda obsessed with these cropped orange/tomato red/I-don’t-actually-know-what-to-call-this-color pants of mine. You can’t really wear orange pants every day because people would notice, but it’s quite tempting.

Second, I love the scallop detailing on this blouse. It’s one of my yard sale finds from a few weeks ago, that I’m pretty sure I paid $2 for. Worth it.

However, whether it was because the top was previously worn, or whether it’s just cheap, or whether my washing machine eats buttons, I’m not sure…but, for whatever reason, the buttons on the back of the blouse (there are about 4 from the neck to mid-back) have popped off. Because I’m not very domestic and sewing takes a long time, I fixed them with safety pins and glue. That was fine until I went to my chiropractor and he made fun of me (I didn’t realize you could tell my shoddy DIY job when I was lying down. Standing up it was fine, I swear!). So…I guess that’ll teach me to cut corners.

I also learned that day not to ask out your chiropractor, but that’s a story for another time.

1 - orange cropped pants, scalloped topSorry my hair is in my face in this picture. I had another where I looked a little less like a 1930s pin-up girl, but my lipstick in this picture is so on-point! It is straight-up orange lipstick that I bought because it was on clearance at Target and I’m a sucker. But, I actually really love it!

Have you ever had a DIY job go terribly wrong – or terribly right? What are your biggest victories and failures, fashion or otherwise? I’d love to hear your stories! Have a great weekend, everyone!

Florals and Stripes

I know you’re all DYING for an update on my dating life (she says dripping with sarcasm…). Well, the highlight right now is the homeless guy who threw his lunch at me the other day. I think it was a unique form of flirting, and in that sense, almost flattering… So, you can see I’m in a bit of a low period. 

I have deleted all my dating apps, though. After all my defending of Tinder, I was finally convinced that there are very few (read: none) people on it with honest intentions. The rest of the apps were just too much work. So, if I don’t meet someone the old fashioned way – in real life – I may just die an old maid. Que sera, sera.

In that spirit, here is a floral blouse that might match the pattern on your grandmother’s couch. Just kidding. I love florals, and I don’t think they look old-lady ish at all, especially when combined with stripes (which, my mom reminded me, was how my grandmother wall-papered her house. So, maybe I stand corrected.)

Seriously, though, florals and stripes are my favorite way to mix patterns – and a pretty simple way to pull off that trend successfully. My pants are a soft pink and white stripe that pairs well with the pink in my blouse. Since neither piece is too bold and both in the same color palette, mixing the patterns was easy. I added a green tank and purple shoes, because, you know, I like to wear as many colors at once as possible, and my Easter egg outfit was complete (self-deprecation aside, I loved this look).

1 - floral and stripesHow do you feel about florals? Old lady or on-trend? Would you pair them with stripes, another pattern, or only solids? Let’s talk!

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