Sometimes I post pictures on Instagram because of the beauty of the picture.
Other times I post pictures on Instagram because of the story behind the picture.
Like the story behind this one:
Kaitlin came into the garage, picked them up and said "I'm so glad you're getting rid of these."
"What? Why?" I asked. "They were my favorite. No one else had pants like those."
"Exactly," Kaitlin said.
That pretty much sums up my style philosophy. And it probably explains a lot.
"Mom, why did you let me dress like that?" she asked, horrified by her striped/flowery/plaid ensemble.
"Because you wanted to dress like that." (Duh.)
"Well, you shouldn't have let me dress like that, even if I wanted to."
"But you know what? I really believe that this confidence you have now is because you were confident in your choices then. If you felt good in that striped/flowery/plaid outfit, I wasn't going to take that confidence away from you by telling you it didn't match. Besides," I added, "you looked cute."
"Still!" she said emphatically and ended the conversation.
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The garage sale was a success. We had it at my mom's. I pretty much told her that she was going to have the garage sale. I live on a cul-de-sac in the back part of a neighborhood that you don't go through unless you live there. But she lives on a main street, so it was busy all day even though we didn't advertise.
It was only my 2nd garage sale ever. I learned some things:
- People are sometimes willing to pay more than what I would expect them to pay.
- People will bargain even over ridiculously low prices.
- People probably just went to the ATM and will pay with 20s, so have lots of 1s and 5s on hand.
- It's handy to know someone who owns a clothing store who can lend you rolling racks for clothes.
- There are a significant amount of men who shop garage sales.
- Having a garage sale is a very American thing. The Chinese girl who lives with my parents was pretty amazed by the whole spectacle.
All along, with Homecoming coming up, he'd been saying that he wasn't going to ask anyone. So when he decided to, I asked him why he changed his mind. "I just thought it would be better to go together than neither of us having a date." What a nice guy.
I never did the Homecoming thing. When I was in 9th grade in the States, I wasn't really into participating in high school events. I don't think Homecoming was even an option for Freshmen at that time. Then, when I was in Germany at a missionary kid boarding school, we weren't allowed to dance and we certainly didn't have Homecoming or Prom. I am navigating these high school events along with my kids. It's kinda fun!
Saturday as soon as the garage sale was over, I booked it home and got ready to host book club. We read The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. In the book, one of the characters had bottles that contained memories, so I decided to make some of my own memory bottles to decorate the table.
Black and white were the colors of the Night Circus, so I made those black and white paper place mats I got last week work triple-time as a table runner, snack basket and cup sleeve. I was happy with the results.
She's really good at baking. Doesn't need any help except to put it in and take it out of the oven. Earlier this week she made some zucchini bread. After I put it in the oven, as we were cleaning up, I asked her if she put the egg in (because I didn't see any egg shells lying around). Her whole face fell. I quickly salvaged the situation by declaring it an experiment. We decided that it was going to be a baking experiment to see what the egg does in baking. Some recipes don't call for eggs and some do. It didn't rise quite as high, and wasn't quite as moist, but it still tasted very good. It was a baking experiment success!
One morning I woke up to this:
The work that goes on in the chrysalis is amazing to me. So important. So significant. So holy.
That green little cocoon that hangs there for days the same, as if nothing is going on, and then suddenly one morning it's black. Black like death. Except you look closer and you see orange and white and you realize it's alive. It's a wing! Very soon something emerges that looks entirely different than the creature that wrapped itself inside.
I'm @annebickle. Linking up with @jeannettg for InstaFriday.