You probably already picked up on this, but in case you haven’t I will let you in on a secret (which is truth #1):
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I am wearing these outfits, taking photos, and writing each post one day in advance. I KNOW. How dare I? Don’t you just feel so betrayed? My whole blog is a lie.
(That is a lie.)
(But at this point, how would you even know?)
Anyway, there is zero chance that I am up, showered, dressed, and willing to take self portraits by 7 AM, and yet I’m posting each day by 7:30 AZ time. It’s just so much easier to take pictures and write while Mila naps, and since I like getting posts up first thing in the morning this seemed like an easy system.
HOWEVER.
Today is Sunday. That means a skirt or dress, on account of it’s my Sabbath and I’m not quite unorthodox enough to roll into church wearing pants. (That’s truth #2.) So tomorrow’s post will have photos of what I wore to church today, and today’s post is just me on a Saturday afternoon trying to justify wearing what is essentially a silky pajama shirt by adding some ginormous yellow earrings. No big.
Since it is the Sabbath, though, here’s a svith-ish musing:
I think sometimes God gives us things just because we really want them. I also think that there are usually two reasons for His acquiescence to our requests.
1) It’s a good thing for us and the right time for us to have it.
2) He’s doing that whole, “You asked for it, dummy…well now you’ve got it,” thing.
While the second option usually leads to some unforeseen challenges and lessons in humility, I can’t help thinking that those are also good for us and (given our insistence on having something that we oughtn’t) now is probably the right time for us to have them. Which means options number two is actually option number one in disguise.
Gotta give him credit: He knows what He’s doing.
shirt: Old Navy / cords: Lands’ End Canvas / shoes: Famous Footwear / earrings: Darlybird
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So many number twos. . . . but is it enough?
I dunno. Sometimes it makes me want to stop asking, just because the getting that follows is HARD.
(Also, is it wrong that I read your comment and giggled a little bit about the thought of so many "number twos?" I have the sense of humor of a seven-year-old.)
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Probably a good mother skill.