Baby Showers and Bliss...

I'm blissed out because my daughter Hannah's baby shower (first baby!) was today, and it was such an event...the friends, the family, the food, decorations, presents, all of it was just .....

special.  Completely special.  It rocks to be me.  Unless you have to open your mouth and actually talk.  I'll explain in a minute.

I'm bummed out because I brought my camera to the shower and everything, but as soon as I booted it up, the little red "low battery" light came on.  One of life's lessons in the Age of Technology, I guess - "Always Have Extra Batteries." 

I didn't.

However, enough other people took pictures that I should have a few to post soon.

I'm running into one other problem, however (other than the "low battery" thing) and that is my brain.  Seriously, people, someone tell me what is wrong with me.  This week especially, I have noticed that I can think one thing, open my mouth, and something else comes out.  How does that even happen?

I think, at the shower, I meant to say, "What a cute and very tiny outfit!" and instead, the thing that came out was, "My hair went to the store because the weather report needed the exercise." 

I know I've been pretty sick with this darn headcold.  I know my back has been hurting "like junk" (as Isaac would say)... but really.

Really.  Seriously?  Is this what I have to look forward to?

I think I am just getting old and tired. 

At the baby shower, I actually heard someone say to my daughter, "Your mom looks pretty slammed..."  (as in pathetically pathetic...not hung over.)

Crap.  And I even tried.  I was trying to look like The Gorgeous Young Grandmother-to-be.  It didn't offend me or even depress me, because it was said with more pity and compassion than you'll ever know.  (This mom has a soldier in Iraq right now...)

::interrupting myself - which one can do when one has several selves, each of whom wants her turn on the Blog World Stage::

Hilarious.  My husband just called me from the other room, and my response, before I could think or sensor myself was, "I am not getting out of this bed."  He has not dared to page me again.  Smart man.

I should probably just go to sleep now.  And not talk anymore until pigs fly -  or menopause, whichever comes first.  But blogging is such sweet therapy, since this is the only place that what I am actually thinking comes out in any sort of coherent fashion.

I am so much cooler online, ya'll.  I make sense and everything.  Be envious.  Be very envious.  Not everyone needs a keyboard to know what's on their mind.  Not everyone's fingers respond like mine.  Faithful digits, they are.  I can always depend on them to tell me whatever it is I am truly thinking and feeling.

Just don't call me on the phone, okay?  Because I'll have to use my mouth.  And something startling or incomprehensible is always coming out of it lately.  I want you to be able to understand me.  Maybe just Facebook or email me.

Harvest Church is in a very, very difficult position.  I make all the necessary announcements on Sunday mornings.

Wonder what my mouth will say?

In Which Sheila Declares

...that Joy Baher and Whoopie Goldberg are Christian-hating, screeching dolts who don't know what they are talking about....over-emotional, unreasonable women who don't know half of what they think they know.

This is one time that, if you have no idea what I am talking about, I am going to tell you to Google it.  Google "The View" and "Bill O'Reilly".

Just watch.  See what I'm talking about.  Gah.  I never watch The View.  It would be knowingly killing off my own brain cells to watch that show.  But I saw the segment with Bill O'Reilly on Fox News tonight.

Wooooooow.  Can you say "morons"?  Oh-em-gee, (I can't even do those phone text abbreviations when I TRY to do them) give those women some medication.

They do make medication for that sort of thing.

Sneeze, Re-attach, Repeat

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I have been sneezing my butt off today.  All over town.  In Wal-Mart, it was:

sneeze, reattach butt, repeat.

In the grocery store:  sneeze, reattach, repeat.  In the hardware store - well, you get the idea.

sneeze, reattach, repeat.

I'm so tired of the whole routine.  If it weren't for dark chocolate and swearing, I might have a nervous breakdown after the week I've had.

Besides.  Wine makes me sleepy which makes me grumpy if it is not time to sleep.  So all I am left with is dark chocolate and swearing, which keeps me from being irritable with my family.

The way I look at it, every bite of dark chocolate, every mild swear word, is an act of selfless love for the people I live with.  Maybe I should tweak my routine to "sneeze, swear, reattach, eat chocolate, repeat".

Nah.  Too much trouble.  And within three days, my butt would get so big, I couldn't pick it back up.  I swear (::cough::), the next time I sneeze, I am just gonna look furtively, all around, and just leave my butt wherever it lies.

If I could only manage to sneeze and hold onto my butt at the same time.  Alas, my motor skills are not like everyone else's.   

Harvest Decorating

I had all my harvest decor stored away until the beginning of September.  It was so fun to get out the Harvest Wheat sheaves...these evoke for me not only my love for the Harvest season, but my passion for Harvest Church, and my passion for the harvest that is white and ripe and ready...the harvest of the hearts of people, who will one day worship Jesus Christ.  May His name be famous in all the nations of the earth!

Also, you see a beautiful brown mosaic-glass plate on the antique dresser.  These all sit in my entry foyer.  I always make very simple changes, from summer to autumn, but simple can be so effective!

I love children's stories.  I firmly believe they are cheap therapy.  So you can imagine my joy at being gifted a few vintage vinyl story records...about fall and Thanksgiving on one side, and Easter and spring on the other!  I listened to the fall stories this morning...it was the best way I could have started my day.  Yes, it was a "story time" kind of day.

If you've been studying interiors at all, you've found that right now, orange and blue are in combination everywhere...these are my fall pops of color against my neutral canvas.  Notice the autumn leaves suspended above the table, hanging from the chandelier, and the ironstone crock full of hydrangeas from my garden.

Another shot of the Harvest Table, looking into the kitchen...I love my terra cotta floors - very French country.

 A burlap garden trug, filled with pumpkins...

Display your Autumn cookbooks (I get my seasonal cookbooks for $2 and $3 at our local used bookstore!) for a perfect seasonal decoration that strikes the all important combination of beautiful and useful.

Most importantly, cook.  Fill your home with the true essence of autumn.  Instead of pumpkin candles, try making pumpkin bread and pumpkin cupcakes with maple frosting.  I did...it was so, so good.  Try your favorite soup recipe, and bake some bread.  Display beautiful linens in fall colors in your kitchen.  Other than these very natural things, my only Harvest decor is a medium sized ceramic white pumpkin, sitting primly on those gorgeous oiled-wood counters.

I love fall.  It remains my favorite season of the year.  Miracles always happen for me when the leaves turn lipstick kissed red.  God is always One to spoil me during the months of September through December.  I find His fingerprints all over my day, and feel His butterfly kisses in the wind.  He's just so glorious, and I cannot wait until the entire Harvest is His and His alone - this entire spinning orb called earth, all of it rejoicing in His righteous ways.

Take joy in every season as it passes.  All too soon, it will be gone.  No one else but you can experience God's precious presence in your own unique heart and mind.  Take some Harvest joy.  It glorifies God when you do!

Fall Fashion

I'm in a mood for some fall fashions!  I doubt I will be able to do much shopping this year, but we can window shop together, whaddyasay?  Let's pick a few of my favorites, and analyze why I love these looks so much...

Okay.  For me, this skirt needs to be a little longer.  It is cute on her, as a twenty-something (or younger) but I'd want this to hit the top of my kneecap.  Otherwise, notice the boots, the big purse, the floral and denim combination.  These colors are perfect, too!  I might add a chunkier sock, showing just above those boots, in a compatible color...

Okay.  I heart this!  Perfect, in every way.  Skirt is the perfect length.  Notice the tights (or leggings) going into the boots, instead of bare leg showing.  Scarves are huge right now, as are the long necklaces.  Think texture, when you dress yourself this fall and winter.  Think texture...and layers.  This outfit would be adorable with the teensiest bit of a slip or petticoat ruffle peeking out underneath the skirt.  Just something to add another layer down there, but not add bulk to the figure.

Two main things to take note of here:  the boyfriend jeans, and the oxford shoes.  I am in serious oxford shoe love this year.  I wanna pair so, so, so bad.  These shoes are extremely cute.  Also, notice again the big bag, and again...those layers!  Let your shirts hang below your jacket line this year.

This one is going to have some of you wondering about me.  But I really like this!  The cardigan is always an ultra feminine, conservative thing to wear, so to pair it with a menswear tie is a fun contrast.  If I try to pull this look off, I will make sure that my hair is really feminine, maybe an up-do, with vintage earrings.  I certainly don't want to look gender-confused...this model does this look very nicely. Notice one tiny detail that I have already worn and loved this season:  the "mullet" top!  ACK!  You know, "business in the front, party in the back"!  I've been tucking in the front of my shirts, wearing an interesting belt, and leaving the back untucked.  Go on and try it...you will really enjoy wearing your shirts this way!

Once again, I would need this sweater dress to be a little longer for me.  Well.  A lot longer.  And I would wear it with boots - western boots.  But I love the overall look, and I think you really need a super long scarf this year!  So go shopping. 

And hair...a quick word about hair.  I never thought I was one to be stuck in a certain "era"...I thought I've stayed pretty current with my hairstyles.  But I've realized that I've had a way of thinking  - a philosophy of sorts - about my hair that was a throwback to the eighties.  That philosophy was "perfection". 

Here is what I mean.  Even if you had big hair in the 80's (and I did...I had huge hair) it was all in place, and styled to be exactly whatever it was, if that makes sense.  Every hair was sprayed into submission.

So, consequently, even though my styles have been current, I've been too structured about them in the last year or two.    If I wore my hair up, I would pull down certain pieces, and only those pieces.  If I wore my hair short, it was a certain style of short.

I'm finding that was an outdated mindset I was holding to without realizing it.  These days, imperfection is the perfection.  Put your hair in a little twist, anchor it with a few bobby pins, and let whatever falls out, just fall out.  (well, not fall out...you know what I mean...) Don't style every section, every hair.  Loosen up, and accept your hair's "personality".  Make sense?  There are no hard and fast rules anymore, other than no over-structuring.  Nothing overly short or flippy or spiky this year.  And no cutesy...cutesy is a for-sure style mistake. Truly, just a nice cut, nice shape, and a bit of product is all you need. 

This look is enough to make me wish I wore glasses.  Notice the layers, and mainly notice the menswear watch.  Already have one!  Yup, I'm hip.  (And I just really wanted to be able to see the numbers on the watch face!)  Seriously, though, I get compliments on my big watch all the time.

Ah, perfection!  Notice the plaid.  Get something plaid this year.  Notice the socks and boots and the color combination.  I am copying this look as closely as I can, this winter.  I'm hoping to score a plaid coat at a thrift store.  Oh, and I need that red skirt.

Well, I hope you enjoyed our time of window shopping.  I love fashion far more than I typically admit, but I'm admitting it now.  I don't know when I'll confess to it again, so take note.  I am a deep admirer of a Great Outfit.

Have fun with your closet this fall!  Loosen up....experiment...enjoy being a girl, no matter your age!

Chili, How I Love Thee!

It's time.

Let your heart feel the happiness in those words:  it's time.  Time for what, you ask?

Time for chili, friends.

We have an Atchley tradition.  We stop eating chili when the weather warms up, long about middle April.  We don't let a bite of that magical stuff pass our lips until the weather reports forecast the evening temperatures to dip into the 40's.

A forecasted low of 49 is just enough.  For 49 degrees, we'll pull all the makin's for chili out of the cupboard.

Tonight, for the first time since last early-spring, the temperatures are going to dip all the way down to about 47 degrees.  There is anticipation in the very air in the cottage today. 

It's time.

For more about chili, click here.

Are you ready to speak in strange tongues?  How hot can you stand it?

My Two Bluebirds...

Did you know that Eastern Bluebird babies grow up, leave the nest, and then some actually return to the nest to help the parents take care of the next wave of hatchlings?

I didn't know that. But the fact reminds me of both my girls.

They've grown up, left the nest, and yet have stationed themselves nearby (and in Hannah's case, has physically returned to the "nest" for a short time) in order to help the family thrive and flourish.

Believe me, I know how rare and wonderful that is. I am overwhelmed by God's goodness in it. I was thinking yesterday, how that in my fondest dreams I dreamed when these girls were babies, I couldn't have imagined the sweetness we share today. The togetherness. The sense of friendship and respect and the sense that we are now working together to achieve certain goals.

It's the grace of God, pure and simple. I did nothing so wise or so right as to deserve the sort of relationship our whole family shares together. We absolutely enjoy just hanging out.

Those bluebird-daughters of mine and their bluebird-husbands are contributing to the welfare of their younger siblings (and their parents) in spiritually enduring, substantial ways...and by this, they contribute to the well being of an entire church.

My best prayer for you, daughters of mine, is that God gives you bluebirds of your own. Only then can you possibly know the blessing you are to me!