Category Archives: Food and Fashion

Okay, this is a catch-all category for all things aesthetic. Sensory. Tactile. That means cute clothes, skincare, and maybe a recipe or two. I really don’t like cooking that much, to be honest. You can probably tell that by the lack of food-oriented blog posts. I love baking because it reminds me of my mom. At some point, I may add decorating here, because I am a psycho for that. Beauty is a vast and audacious universe.

4 Reasons I Have Nothing to Wear

“I have nothing to wear.”

Oh, the times I have said that when I had a closet full of clothes!

There are four reasons–well three, really, (because the first one isn’t true)–that I utter those words. They are:

  1. I really have nothing to wear. I only own the clothes I’m currently wearing. Said no typical American woman. And certainly not me. This is a lie of entitlement, no doubt, so let’s move on to the “real” reasons I have nothing to wear. I don’t want to feel guilty where clothes are concerned.
  2. I have nothing new. i.e. I’m bored with my old clothes. True-er words were never spoken. I’m a bit embarrassed to say it, but it’s true, isn’t it? New clothes are always the best clothes. Nothing looks as good on me as a freshly de-tagged garment.
  3. I have nothing that fits me right. i.e. I don’t look good in the clothes I put on. This is probably the curse of modern culture and the human condition, but at times, I believe it like the gospel. Perhaps it means I haven’t purchased the right design for the body I have. I blame Barbie and Hollywood and Eve. But never chocolate or ice cream.
  4. I have nothing appropriate for this occasion. i.e. I don’t know what to wear because I’m not sure exactly what’s in style. I suspect this reason doesn’t occur in households containing girls, especially teenage girls. They always know what to wear, and they don’t mind telling everyone else in the house, especially their mothers, what to wear–and more specifically, what NOT to wear. I don’t know how my mom could stand me, but I think I practically dressed her for my entire teenage existence. She should have cut off my clothing budget in response to my interference. Oh, wait. She was too generous to give me a budget. Hmm. Maybe it’s her fault that I have a clothes problem.

I’ll admit that I’m a bit of a clothes horse, which I excuse by bargain-hunting, thrifting, and for many years, sewing my own clothes. I have taken the above statement “I don’t have anything to wear” on every shopping trip I’ve ever made. It’s very handy.

I’m sure there’s a lesson here about thankfulness and contentment. But in the back of my clothes-horse mind, I’m frightened about never having anything to wear. So I’m keeping the statement handy, because I intend to use it.

You can use it, if you want to.

A Sugar-free Poem

It’s time again for my sugar fast

I’ve turned away from sweets at last.

It happens every New Year’s Day–

A resolution, you might say,

To read all labels in the store,

To pass by donuts, pies, and more.

 

Although this diet makes me wary,

My will must last ‘til February.

The list of contraband’s so long,

I could make up another song

That goes like this: “Your life is over;

You’re about to live on greens and clover.”

 

Dessert, of course, is gone for good—

If only I had understood:

No pasta, bread, juice, or sauce,

Dressings, wine—all is lost—

I can’t eat granola bars or dips,

Cold cereal or chocolate chips,

No pancakes or cookie dough

Or any snacks that end with 0.

 

My meals are bland, there’s no denying—

My head hurts from all this trying.

Sure, there’s Stevia and Nutra-Sweet,

But they can’t make my food complete!

There’s honey crystals or that Splenda–

Agave drops, what’s your agenda?

You blur my taste buds’ endless dream

Of maple syrup and ice cream.

Saliva forms inside my mouth;

I’ll run away, I’ll go down South

Toward cake, sweet tea, a piece of pie,

Where I’ll eat sugar ‘til I die.

 

It’s only 25 more days.

I see the finish, in a haze—

A brave new world that’s sugar-free—

It’s good for you, but not for me.

 

image by Jean Beaufort

How to decide between good and better

511tofXNmoL._AC_US160_My husband occasionally accuses me of not being able to make a decision. Or tormenting myself after I’ve made it. Or taking on too many responsibilities because I can’t say “no” to people. These accusations are all true. So–as much as I like avoiding books on decision-making, I decided to read one.

On the recommendation of a friend, I chose Lysa TerKeurst’s book The Best Yes. Initially, I found her style a little too conversational and a little too perky for me, but that’s probably either my writer-envy talking or my reluctance to address, yet again, my decision-making issues. Or maybe it’s the older-woman-already-learned-this talking (and yet, here I am, re-addressing the topic). I will readily admit that I fight the mindset that I have to do everything and do everything well, to the point that I freeze. Continue reading