Show and Tell Friday

Kelli at There’s No Place Like Home hosts “Show and Tell Friday” asking Do you have a something special to share with us? It could be a trinket from grade school, a piece of jewelry, an antique find. Your show and tell can be old or new. Use your imagination and dig through those old boxes in your closet if you have to! Feel free to share pictures and if there’s a story behind your special something, that’s even better! If you would like to join in, all you have to do is post your “Show and Tell” on your blog, copy the post link, come over here and add it to Mr. Linky. Guidelines are here.

New floral arrangement

Vase

These are a couple of recent online sale purchases. Every Friday some of the shops at Make Mine Pink feature sales based on a theme of the week. Last week it was baby gifts, this week it is “Wonderful Whites.” I think the week I got these the theme was something like “From the Garden.”

I got these from Hydrangea Home at a very nice sale price. The first one is just “me” all the way around. And I have always wanted something like the second one for when I cut a few roses from the bushes along the house or bring flowers home from the store.

I also wanted to show my current work-in-progress:

WIP

You can visit other Show and Tells or join in the fun at Kelli’s.

Happy Friday!

Thursday Thirteen: Items from a baby boomer’s childhood

Someone sent me this in an e-mail, and I thought it was fun. I do remember these, though I had not thought about many of them probably since childhood! I don’t know who to credit the pictures to.

1. Spindles for 45 records.

2. Aluminum Christmas trees and
3. The rotating multicolored light that shined on it.

When I was growing up people had these in the living room and a “real” tree in the family room/

4. Metal ice trays with handles that you pull up to loosen the ice.

5. Chatty Cathy dolls.

I don’t think I ever had one of those, but I remember them being advertised.

6. Coca-cola for 5 cents.

7. Flash bulbs

I don’t know if this particular kind were the ones used with cameras, but I remember those plus big bulbs that you’d have to take out of the back of the TV and replace.

8. Tinker Toys

My kids did have these, too, but they had a lot of plastic pieces in them. In my childhood they were all wood.

9. Test Patterns.

10. 5 cent stamps.

11. S&H Green stamps.

We used those for all kinds of things. I remember once getting a little toy tea set when my parents let me choose a toy with a portion of them.

12. Jiffy Pop popcorn.

Lots of fun to watch the flat silver package inflate into a ball!

13. Drive-In Diners.

Sonic is based on this idea. We used to go to dinner at a place like this every Friday night after getting groceries.

This has jogged my memory to other things common in my childhood: rabbit ears (with foil on the ends) on top of TVs, big heavy TV and stereo cabinets, “dinette” sets, 5 cent milk cartons for school lunches, Barbie dolls with a ponytail right at the crown of the head, toy guns made out of metal (I had to get a toenail removed after one of my brother’s toy guns dropped on my foot), baseball cards with a stick of gum in the same package, little wax soda-bottle shapes with flavored liquid kind of like Kool-aid in them; glass bottle on windowsills with colored water in them…

Anyone else remember these?

Other Thursday Thirteeners are here.

Such a nice guy!

Monday night, I was sitting at my husband, Jim’s, desk while talking to him on the phone. Jeremy came through and let me know he was going to Chick-Fil-A to get some cheesecake for dessert and asked me if I wanted anything. I really had a hankering for McDonald’s chocolate chip cookies — $1.09 for a pack of three, and wonderful when they’re soft and fresh. It’s not too terribly far from Chick-Fil-A, so, not wanting to interrupt my conversation with Jim, I wrote Jeremy a little note asking if he’d mind getting the cookies. He signaled that he would, then later in the evening I enjoyed my delicious treat.

Jim worked from home Tuesday and left for a little while in the morning to check in with his mom. When he came home he walked in and handed me some McDonald’s cookies. I was thoroughly confused. He said, “You look surprised.”

I replied, “I am!”

He said, “Well, you left a note on my desk…”

Then I burst out laughing and explained about writing to Jeremy last night. I must have accidentally left it there.

Jim said he woke up this morning at around 4:30 not feeling well, and went to his desk and saw my note. He thought to himself, “Well, I’m certainly not going right now!

It’s a wonder he didn’t say to himself, “What are you thinking, woman?!”

Maybe he did.

But I did enjoy my second batch of cookies!

I think frumpiness can sometimes be in the eye of the beholder

(Forewarning to male readers, of which I have a few: some of this is more explicit that what I usually write here, so you might want to bypass this one).

Let me say at the outset that I don’t think stylishness is a sin. Like so many other things in life, there is a balance. We don’t have to look like we stepped out of the Little House on the Prairie books to be godly and modest. But on the other hand, chasing after and striving to keep up with “the latest” fads and fashions can be too time-consuming and expensive and can be a misplaced priority.

It seems like lately on many fronts I have seen parts of or references to shows, blogs, and assorted experts who take it upon themselves to tell women what’s “in” and how to dress. I guess in one sense it’s nothing new, but the multiplicity of media available these days makes this topic seem like it’s everywhere.

I started watching some of the fashion-advice shows on TV that I had seen reference to. Usually the people involved really benefit from the help. Often they’re either stuck in sloppy over-sized t-shirts and jeans, or they are at the opposite end of the spectrum and, in an effort to be flamboyant and different are too revealing, and the stylists do help to achieve some balance. I was actually pleasantly surprised that they do advocate classic rather than trendy styles generally, and a lot of their tips for camouflaging certain body flaws and making the most of your best features do make sense.

However, as a Christian I object that the goal (or at least one main goal) on these shows seems to be sexiness. Now, of course, I know these are not Christian shows and don’t operate under Christian principles, but I am evaluating the principles as a Christian viewing them after seeing so many Christians advocate them.

I don’t believe a Christian woman’s goal in dress and appearance should be sexiness. If the Bible warns men not to lust, I think it’s implied that women shouldn’t dress in a way to entice lust. I don’t think a Christian woman should ever show cleavage publicly. After all, what is cleavage but showing parts of one’s breasts? No one needs to see that but a husband and the doctor.

I Timothy 2:9a says, “In like manner also, that women adorn themselves in modest apparel, with shamefacedness and sobriety.” I know modesty is a complicated issue: I’ve read various Christian message board discussions where people try to hash out exactly what it means, and good people differ on exactly where to draw the lines. And, as I said earlier, I don’t think modesty means a woman should always wear turtlenecks or prairie dresses. Nor does modesty equal dowdy. But I think we can agree there should not be an over-emphasis on certain womanly body parts in our dress.

Even on those shows, I have a problem with a man discussing a woman’s chest or bottom and waving his hand around those areas to demonstrate what he’s talking about.

This post is not about modesty per se: I am going to link to some good posts on that subject at the end. But it has to be mentioned when Christian women consider fashion.

At the other extreme, I don’t think it honors the Lord for us to be sloppy. Look at His creation. I mentioned recently in regard to decorating that I used to struggle with wanting things to look pretty and thought maybe I should just concentrate on functionality, until I realized that God could have made the universe just functional, but He also chose to make it beautiful. The same is true in our dress: it’s not wrong to want to look the best we can within our means. The Proverbs 31 woman “maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple” (verse 22). An unkempt appearance seems to indicate that no one cares, and that’s not a good testimony.

So, as I said at the beginning, there is a balance.

However, I don’t see that what is sometimes considered frumpy or “old” actually is.

Holiday sweaters are considered big frumpy age-adding garments, but I don’t know why. Even on a game show recently they were mentioned scornfully. Sure, they can be overdone and over-embellished, but I don’t see what’s wrong with them as a general concept. It wasn’t that long ago that everyone was wearing them, from children to young moms and all the way up. How did they get relegated to senior-only wear in the eyes of the fashion world?

I even heard a beautiful floral jacket referred to as “old” or “granny wear” just this week.

I’ve also heard and read “granny panties” mentioned as frumpy. Well, you know, what kind of underwear anyone wears isn’t really the fashion industry’s business, but I’d much rather have granny panties than the kind that come halfway up the bottom leaving an indention that can’t help but draw attention to one’s derrière (which is actually why some people wear them). And thongs….let’s not even go there except to say that unless you’re very young and firm, if all you have is a piece of fabric from your dress or pants between you and the world, you are going to jiggle, and, in pants especially, you’ll reveal much more than you want to. I’ll take granny panties over that any day.

The following list of clothes that supposedly should be removed from closets is from How Not To Look Old by Charla Krump, which I have not read but I have seen reference to in various places:

  1. Holiday sweaters with bells and appliqués (reindeers, teddy bears, bumblebees, pumpkins).
  2. Granny necklaces that tell how many grandchildren you have.
  3. Souvenir T-shirts.
  4. T-shirts with meant-to-be funny sayings.
  5. Overalls.
  6. Acid-washed jeans.
  7. Ripped jeans.
  8. Shoulder pads.
  9. Flannel shirts.
  10. Muumuus.
  11. Photo handbags (the older you get, the more sophisticated your accessories should be).
  12. Flesh-colored hose.
  13. Penny loafers.
  14. Oversize blazers.
  15. Mommy robes.
  16. Thin gold chain necklaces.
  17. Elastic-waist pants.
  18. Granny undies.
  19. Baggy sweats.
  20. Bearlike, full-length fur coats.
  21. Short shorts.
  22. Cargo pants.
  23. Stockings with reinforced toes.
  24. Three-piece suits with vests.
  25. Backpacks.

Now, some of this I agree with: baggy sweatpants, unless you’re doing laundry or jogging, short shorts, ripped jeans, muumuus. But flesh-colored hose? So what do the fashion mavens advocate instead? Some years back it was stylish to wear ivory colored hose, which I thought made ladies’ legs look like they had no circulation in their lower limbs. And I always thought it looked kind of funny to wear “suntan” hose when no other part of the body looked suntanned. I always thought flesh-colored hose looked the most natural and least noticeable. Actually I don’t know too many ladies who wear hose any more.

And thin gold chains make one look “old”? So I am supposed to dispose of my beauitful, delicate, feminine jewelry and get big, clunky stuff, even though I don’t like it, just to be “in”? Does that not seem silly to anyone but me?

Really, though, my purpose is not to nitpick all of these points or to rant against any one program, author, or expert. I just want to caution us against this judgmental, condescending attitude that certain neutral items — and the people who wear them — are frumpy. To me frumpy means sloppy and unkempt. It’s ok to strive not to be frumpy, but I don’t think we need to strive to be fashionistas who chase after every fad and live by what the current fashion experts say, either. It’s not wrong to wear something that is currently in style, but it’s not right to think of everyone else who does so as “in” and anyone who doesn’t as somehow defective.

Balance. It all comes back to balance.

And grace.

Other good blog posts abut dress and modesty:

How Shall We Then Dress by Mrs. Wilt at The Sparrow’s Nest.

Three Cheers For Modesty at Biblical Womanhood.

Dress Codes by Nancy Wilson at Femina.

Clothing and the Christian Woman at Faith and Family.

Stray Thoughts…

  • Yesterday while I was making dinner, I noticed a puddle in front of the sink. I had also been loading the dishwasher while waiting on what I was cooking to be ready for the next step and figured something had sloshed over. So I wiped it up and continued on, when a few seconds later, there was another puddle. I called my husband and he discovered a leak under the sink: the piece that holds the drain tight against the bottom of the sink had corroded and broken. I felt bad that he had to spend his Sunday afternoon rest time fixing it, but I am glad he is able to do such things and this all happened while he was home and not out of town.
  • Jesse starts back to school in a little less than three weeks. I have mixed emotions. I admit I’ll be glad to get my quiet daytime hours back. 🙂 But I hate that we’re losing our relaxing summer days. He starts high school this year, which I knew, but it hadn’t really “hit” yet til yesterday when we were talking about the upcoming “promotion Sunday” at church where anyone moving up to a new Sunday School class does so, and he mentioned he’d be going in with the older teen guys. Wow, that’s scary! He goes to a small Christian school where many of the grades are in the same building, so in one sense going to high school isn’t quite as big a deal as if he were going to a whole new building. But it is still another step in the growing up…and away…process.
  • I would encourage young moms that eventually your kids do get old enough to entertain themselves and not clamor for your attention every moment. But the downside of that is that then as a parent you have to task the initiative to do things together. Every summer I have plans of projects we’re going to do, but then everyday life just takes over and we don’t get them done. For instance, one thing I have wanted to do is to have all the kids in the family room and play some of my favorite pieces of classical music while we all do whatever else we’re doing there, just to expose them to it and maybe discuss what little I know about the pieces and composer. I guess there still is time to do a little of that.
  • My mother-in-law did get her new hearing aid, and it does work a lot better for her — it is so nice to be able to have a regular conversation! She said it is also more comfortable — she has to double check to make sure she has it in. But she keeps wearing her old one. (Argh!!) We keep the old one for back-up, but she’s just more used to it. The part that goes in the ear of the newer one is bigger, though softer, and I think it is just a little harder to maneuver into her ear. The other day as we were talking, I could just tell she wasn’t hearing as well, and asked about her hearing aid, and sure enough she had the old one in. She said she thought it worked pretty good. I said, “No, it doesn’t….that’s why we got you a new one. You don’t hear as well with the old one.” I feel it is important to let her know that. Actually she does know that, but admits she gets “stuck in a rut.” I have thought about just asking her to change it when she has the old one in. Maybe I should print off this post for her. 🙂 No, I don’t think I’ll be that direct, but I might try to make some of the points there with her.
  • I need to sit down and think through things that need to be done in the next several days and map out a plan of action. I need to take Jesse to the store to try on school uniforms, which, unfortunately, is about 40 minutes away. But that’s better than the mail-order place we used to have to use, where you couldn’t try things on and had to pay to ship them back if they didn’t fit. Then we have to get school supplies, and I need to schedule him for the eye dr. and orthodontist — something I should have done earlier, but June was way too busy, and the rest of the summer just got past me too fast. I also have a number of projects and tasks that need to be mapped out and prioritized…
  • So I guess I had better get at it! Have a good Monday!

The Simple Woman’s Daybook

Outside my Window…it is not too bright yet.

I am thinking…about whether to go to a baby shower tonight and what to get. I usually like to attend as a ministry to the mom. This time the mom-to-be already has clothes and such from a sister-in-law and others and only needs things like diapers and wipes. That’s a necessity…but not much fun to give. 🙂 But it’s all about what she needs, right? I am thinking about a gift card for whatever things she might discover she needs that she doesn’t have yet, or for the continuing need for diapers and wipes.

I am thankful for…Jason’s coming home from CA in two weeks!

From the kitchen…nothing yet. 🙂

I am creating… a Paula Vaughn cross stitch project, working on it evenings during the week.

I am going… to visit my mother-in-law today.

I am wearing…my nightgown and robe. I woke up a little earlier than the kids and decided to take advantage of the quietness instead of hitting the shower right off the bat as usual.

I am reading…To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee and just started It Happens Every Spring by Catherine Palmer and Gary Chapman.

I am hoping…the kinks in my back get worked out in the shower.

I am hearing…a few birds, my computer making little noises, an airplane and a train whistle.

Around the house…I need to do some extra cleaning in the kitchen this week.

One of my favorite things…my family.

A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week…I need to make appointments for Jesse with the eye doctor and orthodontist.

Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you…

Suzie the dog's bath

This is poor Suzie, getting a bath. You can tell how she feels about it. 🙂 Just love her expression. This picture is from a few years ago, and I have shared it before, but I just watched Jim give her a bath Saturday afternoon, so I was reminded of it. She’s very patient, though she hates it. The only time she tries to pull away is when he rinses near her face.

The Guidelines for the Daybook are here at The Simple Woman, who created and hosts this weekly meme.

“Thy Calvary stills all our questions.”

The following is excerpted from Rose From Brier by Amy Carmichael, a book compiled from letters she wrote to those in the hospital on the Dohnavure compound after she herself had been bedridden and in pain for many years. This is from the chapter “Thy Calvary Stills All Our Questions.”

Yet listen now,
Oh, listen with the wondering olive trees,

And the white moon that looked between the leaves,
And gentle earth that shuddered as she felt
Great drops of blood. All torturing questions find

Answer beneath those old grey olive trees.

There, only there, we can take heart to hope

For all lost lambs – Aye, even for ravening wolves.

Oh, there are things done in the world today
Would root up faith, but for Gethsemane,

For Calvary interprets human life;
No path of pain but there we meet our Lord;

And all the strain, the terror and the strife
Die down like waves before his peaceful word,
And nowhere but beside the awful Cross,
And where the olives grow along the hill,
Can we accept the unexplained, the loss,
The crushing agony – and hold us still.

Children who love their Father know that when He says, “All things work together for good to them that love God,” He must mean the best good, though how that can be they do not know. This is a Why? of a different order from that of the little mosquito. It is immeasurable greater. It strikes at the root of things. Why is pain at all, and such pain? Why did God ask Satan the question which (apparently) suggested to the Evil One to deal so cruelly with an innocent man? Why do the innocent so often suffer? Such questions generally choose a time when we are in keen physical or mental suffering, and may (the questioner hopes will) forget our comfort. They seize us like fierce living things and claw at our very souls.

Between us and a sense of the pain of the world there is usually a gate, a kind of sluice gate. In our unsuffering hours it may be shut fast. Thank God, it is shut fast for tens of millions. But let severe pain come, and it is as though the torture in us touched a secret spring, and the door opens suddenly, and straight upon us pour the lava floods of the woe of a Creation that groans and travails together….

O Lord, why?

…I have read many answers, but none satisfy me. One often given is our Lord’s to St. Peter: “What I do thou knowest not now; but thou shalt know hereafter.” And yet it is not an answer. He is speaking there of something which He Himself is doing, He is not doing this. “Ought not this woman whom Satan hath bound be loosed?” That was always His attitude toward suffering, and so that blessed word is not an answer to this question, and was not meant to be.

There are many poetical answers; one of them satisfied me for a time:

Then answered God to the cry of His world:
“Shall I take away pain,
And with it the power of the soul to endure,
Made strong by the strain?
Shall I take away pity that knits heart to heart,
And sacrifice high?
Will you lose all your heroes that lift from the fire
White brows to the sky?
Shall I take away love, that redeems with a price,
And smiles at its loss?
Can you spare from your lives that would climb unto mine
The Christ on His cross?”

But, though, indeed, we know that pain nobly born strengthens the soul, knits hearts together, leads to unselfish sacrifice (and we could not spare from our lives the Christ of the Cross), yet, when the raw nerve in our own flesh is touched, we know, with a knowledge that penetrates to a place which these words cannot reach, that our question is not answered. It is only pushed farther back, for why should that be the way of strength, and why need hearts be knit together by such sharp knitting needles, and who would not willingly choose relief rather than the pity of the pitiful?

No, beautiful words do not satisfy the soul that is confined in the cell whose very substance is pain. Nor have they any light to shed upon the suffering of the innocent. They are only words. They are not an answer.

What, then, is the answer? I do not know. I believe that it is one of the secret things of the Lord, which will not be opened to us till we see Him who endured the Cross, see the scars in His hands and feet and side, see Him, our Beloved, face to face. I believe that in that revelation of love, which is far past our understanding now, we shall “understand even as all along we have been understood.”

And till then? What does a child do whose mother or father allows something to be done which it cannot understand? There is only one way of peace. It is the child’s way. The loving child trusts.

I believe that we who know our God, and have proved Him good past telling, will find rest there. The faith of the child rests on the character it knows. So may ours, so shall ours. Our Father does not explain, nor does He assure us as we long to be assured… But we know our Father. We know His character. Somehow, somewhere, the wrong must be put right; how we do not know, only we know that, because He is what He is, anything else is inconceivable. For the word sent to the man whose soul was among lions and who was soon to be done to death, unsuccored, though the Lord of Daniel was so near, is fathomless: “And blessed is he whosoever shall not be offended in me.”

There is only one place we can receive, not an answer to our questions, but peace — that place is Calvary. An hour at the foot of the Cross steadies the soul as nothing else can. “O Christ beloved, Thy Calvary stills all our questions.” Love that loves like that can be trusted about this.

Show and Tell Friday: Paula Vaughn collection

Kelli at There’s No Place Like Home hosts “Show and Tell Friday” asking Do you have a something special to share with us? It could be a trinket from grade school, a piece of jewelry, an antique find. Your show and tell can be old or new. Use your imagination and dig through those old boxes in your closet if you have to! Feel free to share pictures and if there’s a story behind your special something, that’s even better! If you would like to join in, all you have to do is post your “Show and Tell” on your blog, copy the post link, come over here and add it to Mr. Linky. Guidelines are here.

I mentioned before that Paula Vaughn is one of my favorite artists. I first became aware of her books maybe 20 or more years ago when I first saw her cross stitch patterns. I bough several, but with beginning a young family I didn’t have time to do them then. However, my sister made a couple for me which I have shown before:

Close-up

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Then somehow I discovered that her cross stitch patterns were based on her water color paintings. When we moved to a new home several years ago, we had a separate family room and living room, which was new to us — we had just had a living room before. So we had a whole new room to furnish. In the course of looking for ways to decorate it, I discovered some Paula Vaughn prints in a local shop, but I felt they were too expensive. But my next birthday my dear husband bought them for me.

Paula Vaughn prints

Unfortunately, that’s not the greatest picture. Trying to get adequate lighting while not reflecting off the glass was a problem. Here is a close-up of the middle one:

Paula Vaughn print

Then over the last few years my family has given me a couple of Paula Vaughn books as gifts. One is The Best of Paula Vaughn. I don’t know if it is in print any more: I didn’t find it on Amazon.

Paula Vaughn book

It’s mainly pictures of her cross stitch designs with the patterns and a little background information.

Paula Vaughn book

The other, The Romance of Paula Vaughn, has cross stitch projects but also several other kinds of projects. Here are a few samples from the book:

Paula Vaughn book

Paula Vaughn book

Paula Vaughn book

Paula Vaughn book

Paula Vaughn book

Project from Paula Vaughn book

I love her style (obviously!) Though I hope to eventually make a few projects from the book, even if I never do, I love perusing the books when I need a boost of inspiration. There is something about beautiful art and handiwork that just does something for my soul. I used to struggle with that: I used to think maybe I should just be functional. But then I was reminded that God could have made the world just functional, but He also made it beautiful. Beauty and creativity are a part of His character, and it’s ok if we reflect and enjoy those traits within the means and time He has given us at different seasons of life.

I finally did start a Paula Vaughn cross stitch project of my own! I’ve had the pattern for a while, though it is newer than some of the ones I bought when my kids were small. I started it a couple of weeks ago, and the pattern seemed really complicated to me, but it is coming together more quickly and easily than I would have thought. Here is what I have so far:

WIP

I hope you have enjoyed looking through Paula’s art as much as I have enjoyed sharing it with you! You can find more Show and Tells or join in on the fun at Kelli’s.

Does anyone know this poem?

Some years ago I heard a dear older missionary read a poem about going back to the field, and it had the recurring line, “I’m going back. Are you?” I’ve tried googling that line and other search possibilities, but I can’t find it. Has anyone else heard of it or know any more about it?