Wednesday, January 2, 2013


I’m not setting specific goals this year. But I have a direction, and I have my ideals set more firmly before my eyes as I move forward. I am making more from food, fabric, and the little bits of beauty in my home. I am wearing lipstick that works with my (Very New!) pretty brown hair - orangey reds and pinks and things I could never really rock as a blond. I’m learning to enjoy each experience despite distractions that grate on my compulsive little nerves and laughing more at myself. I’m older in more ways than time can give than I was last year. Older, more joyful, and a little sadder. I’ve become that person wounded by the violence of others - I have trouble discussing tragedies: abortions, shootings, wars. I cry at country songs, and Christmas songs, and even Christian country songs (an awful hybrid designed solely to make the weak among us (me) weepy). I swear more and drive slower than I did ten years ago. I also think more and talk less (really, I do) and am more and more uneasy spending time in big cities, or among too many people.  All in all, I can't wait to see where the year goes.


  1. Interesting to hear how you think you're growing older, though the most important thing here is YARROW WITH TREE!

  2. Brown hair? Pictures!!

    The big shift happened just a few years ago for me, but I know exactly what you mean. Oh, gosh, don't EVER listen to "The Christmas Shoes" by Newsong. It's undiluted schlock from one end to the other, but it will make you bawl like a lonely sheep.

    Oh, but one odd feature of adulthood did come this year for me: all of a sudden I swear a lot. I have been consecrating myself to Mary partly in hopes of curing some of that--not that I mind so much for myself, but it would be better if I didn't take to full-on cursing in front of the little nieces and nephews. :P

  3. Is that the "will you buy these shoes, for my momma, please?" song?? I HATE it, I want to laugh at it, but I always end up hiding a few tears, unless I'm alone, and then I bawl..Hate, hate, just as bad as my ultimate musical enemy "That's what Brothers are for"..the title says it all. Seth turns that one UP for me, and I do not forgive him.

    I don't know what it is about adulthood and swearing, I've been trying to cut back, but I have the bad habit of greeting the chickens with "hey b#@&#es" - they just seem to demand it..and yeah, I'd rather not spread that around to little ears..

    Pictures on the way! I just did it, in California..and I LOVE it. So much!

  4. Yes, that is the piece. Evil evil evil. It would definitely be funny if it weren't so successful at its vicious emotional manipulation.

    Haha, yeah. My reasons for not swearing around children are partly selfish. I'm pretty sure I would not be allowed to see them if I said d*mn and h*ll as often as I felt like it.

    Can't wait to see the new color!

  5. Jenna, you should look up Capitol Lights' song "His Favorite Christmas Story". But put on some mascara first, it's more amusing that way.
    -The Neglected Husband