It has been weeks, probably months since last I cried. But this weekend, after an incredibly difficult 24 hours I couldn’t contain the rush of emotions that welled up inside me.
My spirit was in turmoil and I was physically sick due to the stress. I sent Mr. Incredible a text that said “I don’t feel good. I need you to take care of me.”
Less than thirty minutes later, he arrived home from the gym. He came upstairs to find me laying limp on the bed, exhausted. My husband grabbed my hand and began to pray.
Immediately, the tears rushed out. I exploded with emotion like an infant who needed a bottle. I sobbed ridiculously. It was a bit embarrassing to be in such a vulnerable state.
But the tears didn’t stop falling. And my husband didn’t stop praying. I awoke the next day with a new perspective on things. His prayer helped me move past my hurt and begin to put things in order. I’m thankful for a praying husband.
Let’s put it to a vote: I move that Summer goes away to make room for cooler, more tolerable temperatures.
This sweltering 91-degree weather is too much for me to bear.
I’m done with it. Done. Done. Done. It’s time to pull out the scarves, ankle boots and long sleeves.
I’m ready to enjoy cooler temps and soft breezes.
My head hurts. I’m sitting still and beads of sweat are still forming on my skin.
I feel so sorry for my air conditioning unit. It’s working so hard against the heat. But it is no match for summer.
I give up. I’ll just hibernate until October rolls around because I can’t take this anymore. I quit summer.
Ever so often I get this desire to find a magic lamp. I haven’t been so lucky yet. Until I happen to stumble upon that genie I’ll post a few random desires in hopes that someone reading this had the ability to grant my wishes….
1) I really, really want to see Avery Sunshine in concert
2) It would be great if Mr. Incredible and I went on a cruise sans #BebeKids
3) I am desperate for a personal trainer. I have a gym membership but haven’t used it. Someone to hold me accountable would be great because I have ZERO motivation
4) A few cooking classes would help tremendously…… because…..see #3
5) And that MacBook Pro that I’ve been waiting on for years still hasn’t arrived. Can somebody help a sista out?
This weekend was an interesting one. Somehow, I caught the painting bug. I had a few canvases along with some paint stashed away in my writing space for a few months.
There hadn’t been an opportunity for me to use them until this three-day weekend. I must admit it was a satisfying experience. I love creating things…whether it be a book, a garment, a piece of music, or a painting.
From start to finish it only took me about two hours. And my dad told me that it looked like a two-year-old painted it. But I did it. And I’m proud. I call it “Halo”.
The African American Panoramic Experience (APEX) Museum gives visitors an accurate depiction of the contributions Africans have made throughout history.
Recently, I had an opportunity to view its current exhibits. They gave me a better understanding and appreciation of the continent of Africa and the vital offerings people of color have made to this world.
I could have stayed in the APEX for hours. The self-guided tour had me engulfed in my history. I learned so many things and my spirit was stirred with pride as I made an emotional connection with my ancestors.
If you are in the Atlanta area take some time to visit the APEX. It is a life changing experience.
This is a problem that cannot be solved. My obsession with Maxi dresses is one from which I do not want to be cured.
They are the only thing I enjoy about the steaming hot Georgia summers.
These type of dresses are incredibly comfortable and flattering to ANY figure. You can dress them up or down…wear them to church or a ball game.
Maxi dresses are awesome. And I love them. I’ve selected a few to show you in this post but please believe that these images do not begin to display the countless number of Maxi’s lining my closet.
I’m ashamed…a little. But that certainly won’t stop me from walking the aisles of my favorite stores and purchasing more!
Pray that I catch a really, really good sale.
*To read about my winter style obsession click here.*
Ideally, there would be a video accompanying this post. But the lighting isn’t the best in my closet. And I’m presently under the weather, so images are the best way to go.
Since the creation of my writing space, I’ve had the pleasure of luxuriating in my own little corner. This area of my home gives me the much-needed peace and organization to create.
I’ve decided that that needs to spread throughout the remainder of my home. My family is a little…unorganized. And I believe that I have been touched with a bout of hoarding. Yes, I keep….stuff.
This summer is the season that I’ll (hopefully with the help of my family) purge all unnecessary items from our home and create a more peaceful atmosphere.
First up…….my master closet! I’ve made several attempts over the years to clean and maintain an orderly closet. But because it’s so large, throwing things in there and forgetting about them has been easy.
I’m happy to say that I finally decorated it in a way that will allow me to keep it clean. Check out my pictures below…..
The only thing left to do is order a bulk set of black uniform hangers to make it look even more neat. All of the organizational items shown were purchased from Wal-Mart, Michael’s and Joann Fabrics for pennies on the dollar. I give myself an A for this design project. Up next in my summer clean up is my home office. Wish me luck!
This day has been difficult. I haven’t accomplished much. It’s been a challenge for me to even get out of bed.
I don’t know if it’s the summer heat or lack of sleep, but I’ve been incredibly lethargic lately.
And the fact that I currently unable to load a needed image to my blog doesn’t help matters. So, I won’t post what my editorial calendar says I should post today.
I’ll just write this sappy post and hope that your day is turning out better than mine. Until next time…..
Iced tea is a staple in South Carolina. As is rice, Coca-Cola and fried chicken. You would think, being a Carolina girl, that I have had my share of iced tea. Honestly, I’m not a tea drinker at all.
I tried to drink it once when I attended a wedding. I couldn’t stomach it. Then there was that time when I had a really, really sore throat. I made an attempt to finish a glass. I barely got started. Yeah, it’s safe to say that I don’t like tea.
So how is it, you may ask, that I ended up at an all white ladies’ tea party? Well, I never turn down any opportunity to dress up and be fancy. So I put on my white attire, threw on my big hat and readied myself for an afternoon of fancy tea drinking.
It was a great experience. The women were wonderfully welcoming and I thrilled to have made such connections. We participated in a parade of hats and I surely strut my stuff to the music and showed off my big church hat. I was even able to take a few sips of various teas before my stomach began to turn.
Yes, the afternoon was wonderful. I look forward to attending my next tea party. But I’ll certainly take a few cans of Coca-Cola with me just in case.
With the recent tragedy in Charleston, South Carolina, my blog seems very small and irrelevant. It seems pointless to post about summer accessories, Father’s Day, my latest shopping spree…or whatever it is that I was scheduled to write about today.
On my blog, I try to write entertaining posts that will uplift people. I tell about my family, my ever growing relationship with God, my writing career.
But I seldom write about my frustrations with life, my hatred for American politics, my disappointment in the treatment of disadvantaged people and my grievance with the evils of the world.
I’m reminded of a quote by former NBA great, Alonzo Mourning. He said, “We can’t save the world. But we can all do our part.”
I don’t exactly know what my “part” is. But every day I strive to rear productive, kind, intelligent thinking children. And I hope that my writing can in some way inspire at least one person to be better than they are. I’m praying for Charleston. I hope you are too.