19 May 2013

What I Wore Sunday {15}

It's Pentecost! I saw several fun food-related ideas for celebrating today, like strawberries cut to resemble the tongues of fire that descended upon the Apostles, or serving a hodgepodge of dishes from different cultures to represent the diverse peoples who all heard and understood their preaching, or even just firing up the grill (representing, you know, fire). We will see if anything comes together... Little Bear has yet to nap well, so I may wind up dumping strawberries in a bowl and informing people that they look like flames, kinda, if you squint.

In today's homily, our pastor elaborated on the three points our bishop always makes in his Pentecost and Confirmation homilies: that the sacramental celebration calls each of us to prayer, to evangelization, and to service. It helped to be reminded, as I stood in the narthex bouncing a fussy child, that those calls are manifested differently in the lives of different people--that right now, teaching and caring for Little Bear is a large part of the service and evangelism I'm called to. 

This morning I was up early enough to remember that it was Pentecost and come up with some red that wasn't too wintery--most of my red clothes seem to be sweaters! I probably wouldn't really have regretted winding up in a sweater anyway, as it was 28F when we left to house, but I am just so sick of winter clothes! Also winter.


The sun felt very nice anyway, and it had warmed up to a pleasant 39F by the time we got home. Yes, that is snow on the ground behind me. No, I can't believe that I just called 39F warm on May 19. 

The outfit:
Red tank: Wal-mart
Lace shrug: old--I think it came with a Coldwater Creek dress?
Skirt: Once Upon a Child consignment (Motherhood Maternity--not pregnant, it's just comfortable)
Boots: Jessica Simpson



Those boots... I have loved the Old West since I was little, playing cowboys & indians with my siblings, watching John Wayne deliver justice from the barrel of his six-shooter... I've never quite outgrown it: describing a book or movie as a Western is still a surefire way to get me to try it. My last Christmas break in college, I spent about a week visiting my aunt and uncle in Houston. One evening we were walking around the mall, and I stumbled across a display of boots. Cowboy boots. Real suede cowboy boots. On clearance. Remotely authentic? Of course not... but a pair came home with me anyway. Barely a month later I dislocated my patella and spent the rest of the semester in flats and a knee brace, banned from anything with the slightest heel, while my household sisters happily babysat my new boots. Oh, well... they sure brought joy to plenty of people.

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6 comments:

  1. Wow, where are you living? We're in ND, which has a reputation for unpleasant winters, but you've got us beat for sure! It's true... after a while, 28-39 just doesn't sound too bad anymore.

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    1. We are in Alaska, but even here the winter very rarely hangs on this long!

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  2. Only, nobody could have worn them because your feet are so small! :P Also, it was good to be reminded that I have a fellow western lover in you. :)

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    1. Yes! You were the one that introduced me to Bonanza, remember? And the boots did fit Yvonne, if I recall correctly.

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  3. YES! I loved those boots and felt terrible when I realized I had probably stretched them out a bit for your tiny fairy-feet. Remember the "boot photo-shoot" I did in the Louie-Liz dining room?? LOL. Ended up finding a duplicate pair in my size at Goodwill shortly after surrendering them back to you ;-)

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  4. YES! I loved those boots and felt terrible when I realized I had probably stretched them out a bit for your tiny fairy-feet. Remember the "boot photo-shoot" I did in the Louie-Liz dining room?? LOL. Ended up finding a duplicate pair in my size at Goodwill shortly after surrendering them back to you ;-)

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