Here I sit – the husband is out youth ministering, the babes are sawing twigs, there are cloth diapers that need to be washed, and toys, clothes, dishes, and Lord knows what else that needs to be put away – but first, I must blog. Empty my noggin to you unsuspecting, sweet folks.
I’m trying to think of some sort of deep reflection I can type out, something that struck me in Mass but I’m coming up short. The only thing on my mind tonight is how busy Anthony is. I’ve gotten used to mornings, noons, and lots of nights with just me and my girls and as much as I love that time, I miss ‘just me, my girls, and my man’. I love when he’s home. Everything just runs so much more smoothly and is so much calmer. He doesn’t even have to be doing anything; both girls could be screaming at the tippity-top of their little lungs and the peace that hangs around while he’s here is intoxicating. I love it. He brings it in with him the moment he walks in our side door and out it goes when he does. I feel like the Prodigal Son’s father so often…I get so excited the minute my love returns; the minute I hear his key enter the lock before he comes in. I don’t always rush to meet him (and maybe I should…or maybe it’d freak him out) but it’s there the minute he is – the absolute joy and audible “Thank God”.
And so here I sit – waiting for that key in that lock, the quick pick-up of my heart beats, the opening and shutting of that door, his face, that peace.
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But, until then, what’s a Sunday post without an outfit, huh? Let’s pick up the mood. Here’s what I wore to meet my other love:
Mustard, mint, and tan: Target
Scarf: gift from my madre :)
Shoes: Gabes (sniff, sniff…miss you Gabriel Bros.)
I looove pleats so when my friend Callie texted me a picture of the above pleated, mint top on the clearance rack at Target (online too, but not on clearance) a couple of weeks ago, I dropped the girls in their car seats and out we went to obtain one. They didn’t have one in my size so I grabbed the next size up and got to sewing. The fit wasn’t all that bad but the armholes were just a tad too big. So, I took in the top of the shirt and let the bottom be.
You can barely tell the difference, I know. I should’ve taken a side pic.
And because I have way too much time on my hands after bedtime, here’s a little diddy I whipped up in photoshop to show where I stitched:
(Pretend that the arm seams on the right side are lined up too.) One straight stitch along the yellow line, a zig-zag next to it, and pinking shears to cut off the excess fabric and I’ve got me a new, cheap top.
I hope you had a great Sunday! I’m off to wash diapers and put those toys, clothes, and dishes away before Anthony gets home and thinks all I’ve done all night is mess around in photoshop (well, technically pixlr.com) and blog. ;)
Oh, one more thing…linking up with Fine Linen and Purple. You should too (ahem)!