The Poor Little White Shirt

Once upon a time there was a very loved little white undershirt. It’s owner loved the finished collar, cap sleeves, and crisp white that it still was.
One day, a terrible accident happened and the poor little undershirt was covered in big streaks of blue. No one knows how this tragedy happened…or at least they’re not saying.
Saddened by this turn of events, the owner attempted to save the poor little shirt with some bleach.
The poor little white shirt with blue streaks was now the poor little white shirt with yellow spots. It was a sad day for the shirt.

For days and days the sad little shirt sat wadded up in the corner. It’s owner missed it, but didn’t know how to help it. Then, one day, it hit the owner….dye!
The poor little white shirt’s owner quickly grabbed two awesome colors of dye, drew a bath, and set the shirt in for a nice long soak.

The owner was so excited to see a beautiful new color appearing on the shirt. It was saved! Time for the poor little white shirt to have a new life as a happy pink shirt!
Or so the owner thought :(
Now the poor little white shirt is the poor little pink shirt, banished to being worn only under tops that can cover it’s tears.
At least the poor little pink shirt got to hang out with some awesome pants ;)

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Awesome Pants

Ever dig through your closet and find something you didn’t even know you had?
Enter the awesome pants.
Sweater: Gap, Undershirt: Shade (dyed by me), Jeans: Banana Republic, Wedges: Old Navy, Necklace:???, Ring: Downtown
Trouser cut jeans from Banana Republic that  I have no recollection of ever getting. Considering I remember when, where, and who I was with when it was bought about almost everything I have, that’s weird.
Wanna know what’s even weirder?
How big of a total CREEPO I looked like pulled over on the side of some random quasi-residential street taking these pictures.
LJ in the car bouncing back and forth between is carseat and new booster seat playing with the “uckles”.
Tripod in the front seat aiming out the open window.
Me standing there with a remote when a truck full of guys drove by.
Yeah, won’t be going back to that street…


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What It’s All About

Over the last few weeks, I’ve received tons of emails and comment from many of you. If I haven’t personally responded yet, I promise it is coming.
Your responses has been overwhelming to my guest post and simply my fashion posts has taken me by surprise. I guess I never realized how many of us struggle with accepting ourselves, no matter what we look like.
I’ve come to realize, that this is what my blog is all about.
Embracing motherhood.
Embracing the ups and downs that life throws at us.
Embracing ourselves, no matter what size or shape we are.
Embracing our talents.
Embracing our failures.
Embracing our fears.
As I was watching Sesame Street for the nine hundred thousandth time today, this song came on that I’ve heard more times than I can count. But yet, it was only today that it struck me.
I was OVERJOYED when I realized that thanks to videos like this, hopefully our children will grow up in a society that is taught to love themselves however they are!
We all have things we aren’t super confident in, but that’s what makes us different. I don’t want to live in a world of cookie cutter people!
This past weekend my ward at church had it’s annual talent show. The openning number, by one of my Sunday School students, moved me to tears. Her beautiful song, sung with such confidence in front of a packed house, hit the nail on the head.
The photos in the magazines
Don’t dictate who I’m supposed to be
The world can’t recognize, all that I am inside
But I know in His eyes, I am a part of, the bigger picture,
There’s so much more to me
He helps me see that I have so much to offer
I am His daughter
He loves me the way I am,
He’s my strength when I stand
He is my King, and my Father,
I am His daughter.
The people on the TV screen,
The leaders, rulers, and queens
I watch them shape the world,
And though I’m just a girl, I still know for sure,
That I am a part of, the bigger picture

There’s so much more to me
He helps me see that I have so much to offer
I am His daughter
He loves me the way I am,
He’s my strength when I stand
He is my King, and my Father,
I am His daughter
And when I’m feeling small,
And wondering if I’ll ever, find courage to stand tall
Through His love I remember

There’s so much more to me
He helps me to see that I have so much to offer
I am His daughter
He loves me the way I am
He’s my strength when I stand
He is my King, and my Father,
I am His daughter

We are all special.
We are all perfect.
We are all just the way we are supposed to be.
Inside and out.

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