A trench coat can be worn both by an old-school, cigar-chomping private eye, and an elegant woman in a little black dress with equal aplomb.
As a child I was always fond of vintage things, such as clothing and furniture. It seemed the older the better. Many would say that I was an old soul from birth because of this fascination at such an early age.
It’s hard to believe, but the 2015 farmers market season is almost underway! The farmers markets in both Henderson and Warrenton open on April 18, and the Oxford market should open soon after. But before you get too excited about all that great, delicious, locally grown, flavorful produce, I wanted to share a few reasons that you shouldn’t shop at your local farmers market.
In almost every facet of life there are fads.
Don’t believe me? When’s the last time you sat at a harvest gold-colored kitchen counter while eating fondue, listening to Milli Vanilli and wearing acid wash denim and a Member’s Only jacket?
Last week I attended a workshop about leading in anxious times. As I sat and listened, and I was filled with wonder on God’s timing. These are anxious times.
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You know, I daydream all the time about being fancy and going to balls and galas, and stuff like the Oscars. Gowns, hairstyles and shoes trickle through my mind like French champagne. Despite the fantasies, though, that is not my life. High society just isn’t for me. Being around the beautiful people makes me feel like I’ve got a pebble in my shoe or crumbs in my sheets.
For most of this season it was looking like the winter of 2014-2015 was going to be an uneventful one, as far a snow goes. But all of that has changed in the last couple of weeks! All winter we have had plenty of cold weather.
Have your cake, and eat it too.
Well, duh, of course if I have some cake I want to eat it. There has never been a cake owned by me that didn’t end up eaten. I imagine most folks are like this, as well. No matter how worthy of admiration they may be, cake is for eating, not for decoration—unless it’s decorating a fork.
As a teenager I went through the stage of hanging signs all over my bedroom. I had the typical assortment of traffic signs (I still can’t believe my mother really believed they came from the junkyard), posters, pin-up girls, and funny signs that said things like “Think” and “Plan Ahead,” with letters trailing off the edge of the sign because the sign-maker hadn’t planned ahead. My favorite was the one read, “Avoid Misteaks.” That one just tickled my funny bone.