Tuesday, April 26, 2011

How to Dress Like a Frenchwoman

I ran across this article tonight and thought I'd re-post it on Humble Handmaid.

Funny how I read this just as I'm growing out of all of my pants with my rapidly growing Baby Bump (I mean butt) :o), but I really like a lot of what this writer suggests.

Enjoy :)

No More Yoga Pants: How to Dress Like a Frenchwoman

REAL STYLE on 04.25.11
Susan WagnerContributorBIO | TWITTER
I was at a conference recently and saw my friend Gabrielle, who is living in Normandy for the year. She looked lovely, as always, and was wearing the best outfit: a fitted navy blazer over a simple tee and pleated skirt. She had paired this clean, minimal look with a pair of Bass saddle oxfords with satin laces. “You look so French!” I told her.

This, of course, led to a discussion of how French women dress. The rules in France are different from the rules here -- no yoga pants or workout gear for running errands, for example. In fact, Gabby told me, on the days when she stays in her pajamas to work, she won’t answer the door, even if it’s only the UPS man. French women don’t do that.

After talking to Gabby, I think I need to move to France. Or at least start dressing more like I live there.

American women -- particularly those of us with children -- are all about being comfortable. We see getting dressed in anything beyond yoga pants and a t-shirt as being “dressed up,” and we object to this. It’s too much work and too expensive and too pretentious. But we’re missing the point.

French women have mastered everyday dress up. They’re able to pull together outfits that are stylish and flattering and yet still functional (something most Americans don’t believe is possible). But really, it’s such a simple thing to do. Here’s how.

Keep it simple. French women like clean, minimal lines; think sheath dresses and slim jeans and sleek sweaters. These are pieces that are easy to wear -- a great pair of jeans and a sweater is just as comfortable and practical as yoga pants and a tee, and doesn’t require any more effort to put on. Keep hair and makeup simple, too; bare skin and a slick of lip gloss is fine for everyday. Exhausted from a night of kids who won’t sleep? That’s what sunglasses are for.

Attend to the details. The right accessories can make even the most basic outfit look elegant. French women have great shoes and bags; this is what elevates their look from basic to beautiful. Leave the worn out running shoes at home -- instead, wear ballet flats with your jeans, or strappy sandals with a dress. Treat yourself to a really fabulous bag and carry it everywhere. Throw on a big scarf or a cool necklace or a dramatic watch. So easy.

Invest in key pieces. Let’s talk about that fabulous bag some more. Instead of buying a new bag at Target every season (and then tossing it three months later), save up and buy one really fantastic bag -- leather, in a classic shape and size and a neutral color. Your investment bag doesn’t need to cost a fortune -- you can find beautiful leather bags for under $200 -- but it should be well-made and versatile, and should go with absolutely everything. What else is worth spending more on? Shoes and coats are good investments because they will last and last; again, stick with classic styles and colors, and always opt for good craftsmanship. You can pair a beautiful bag and shoes with a dress from H&M and look like you’ve just stepped out of a fashion magazine. I promise.

Edit and repeat. American women always like to point out that getting dressed is hard work, but really, we make it hard because we give ourselves too many options. French women have very small wardrobes, and they wear the same pieces -- the same outfits, even -- over and over. When Gabby and I talked about this, she pointed out that the American impulse is to look in the closet and say, “I can’t wear that, I just wore it on Tuesday!” French women, on the other hand, say, “That looked great on Tuesday -- I think I’ll wear it again.” Find what works for you and repeat, repeat, repeat. There’s no reason to keep reinventing the wheel.

Could you ditch the yoga pants and get dressed every day? What’s stopping you? Try dressing like a Frenchwoman for one week, and see how it feels. I dare you.

Monday, April 25, 2011

I'm in love with a cleaning product.

When my sister in law Jenay stayed with us in February, she told me about Mr. Clean Magic Eraser sponges. (Now that I think of it, I think Jenay told me about these sponges the first time she walked into my kitchen...I'm sort of cringing at the thought. There were some pretty grubby spots before today!) Anyway, Jenay even bought me an off-brand box of the sponges to try. She said they pretty much worked just as well as the Mr. Clean ones.

We had some friends over for dinner tonight, and while I waited for water to boil for my spaghetti, I decided to try the magic eraser sponge out on a few spots that have been looking pretty yucky lately.

And I'm now in love with a cleaning product for the first time in my life.

After getting dampened a bit with water, this unassuming little sponge easily got off almost-year-old spaghetti sauce stain on my kitchen wall, the caked and grubby food stains (thanks G) all over the back of my white kitchen chairs, and the dark grey grubbiness covering the doorknob areas of my cabinets and doors.

I think Jenay told me the box of four sponges cost under $1.50. A steal!

They don't look like anything special, do they?

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

I never thought this would actually happen.

Gabriel pooped in the bathtub last night.

While I was animatedly reading him "Tootle the Train," I thought I saw him lean over, get red-faced and grunt a little, but my naive self assured  me that he would naturally never want to poop in the tub.

Yeah right, honey.

Let's just say that last night's Poo in the Tub episode gave new meaning to "cow patty" and "floaters."

Yuck.

By the way...

If you're just visiting Humble Handmaid after a while, NO I haven't had my baby, but YES, we are having a little girl!!!! 

We didn't find out the sex of the baby with Gabriel, but I was pretty convinced he was a boy, so the fact that he actually was a boy was somewhat expected. :) (There is also the ongoing controversy among family and friends who say our first ultrasound of Gabriel, which we posted on YouTube, had some pretty positive evidence of his sex. Michael and I have decided to turn a blind eye to this I suppose :) 

I was almost positive this second baby was a girl, and I really wanted to find out the baby's sex this time at our ultrasound. Michael, who has from the get-go been a staunch "keep it a surprise" kind of guy, turned to me at the last minute in the ultrasound room and sheepishly asked me, "Do you want to find out?" I had decided to respect his wishes about not finding out the sex of the baby, so I could hardly believe he was asking me that question! Rosia, our sweet ultrasound tech, told us the baby was a girl, and I was just elated (and yes, I shed some tears :) 

I love little boys and my wonderful Gabriel, but a little girl has been on my heart for a long time! 

Sunday, April 17, 2011

A great Saturday: Prayer vigil at P.P., Texas barbeque, and the MS 150

We've had a busy weekend!

We started it off by spending Friday evening with our friend Lucy and her three boys. I cooked a delicious dinner of Fish Tacos with Cilantro-Lime Crema for us. I paired it with black beans and nachos for sides. I'm definitely keeping this recipe!

On Saturday morning, Michael woke up before dawn to do the first day (75 miles!!!) of the BP MS 150, a two-day, 120-mile road bike ride from Houston to Austin. Michael didn't really train for the entire race, so he decided this week to just ride the first day.

Gabriel and I spent a nice morning together before heading to Planned Parenthood to stand and pray outside the clinic with my friends John, Sarah and Christina. Saturday marked the end of the Forty Days for Life campaign here in Houston, and I decided to take Gabriel over there to pray for a little while before heading to pick Michael up in La Grange. It was a neat experience.


The Houston Planned Parenthood facility is the second-largest in the world, second only to one located in China. They do abortions seven days per week, and are located in a low-income minority neighborhood located just feet from I-45 relatively close to downtown Houston. Here is an old post I wrote when this facility went up shortly after Michael and I arrived in Houston in 2009.


I had never been to pray outside an abortion facility before. Praying outside abortion facilities isn't for everyone, and that's completely understandable! I have never felt "called" to it myself--it was definitely the Holy Spirit that prompted my heart yesterday! John and Sarah have been out a few times already during the campaign, and they always invite us.

So I went. And it wasn't weird, or disturbing. There were no "crazies" out, just normal-looking people praying rosaries and standing together talking. Some had signs, but nothing abrasive or ugly in the least. Gabriel was an angel, and played adorably with his toys while we prayed a rosary. There weren't many other young children out there while we were there, so everyone loved him. Apparently a school group or two and a neat Jewish rabbi with a trumpet (blowing down the walls of Jericho, anyone?) had been there that morning. I would have liked to meet the rabbi. :) I stayed for about 20 minutes before we left.

After lunch with John and Christina and the always-delicious Papa's Barb-b-que (sp? who knows?), I drove two hours to La Grange, Texas, the midway stop of the MS 150. Gabriel slept the entire way, and I listened to a great parenting CD by Dr. Gregory and Lisa Popcak (and then some country music, which I'm getting into again for some wild reason. I think it's a pregnancy thing...I cry now almost every time I hear songs like, "Don't Take the Girl," and "She Don't Know She's Beautiful.")

Picking Michael up was an adventure! We weren't exactly sure where to go, so I just followed signs, trusted my gut, and ending up parking about a mile from where the finish line was in little bitty La Grange. I packed food, sunscreen, extra clothes for everyone, tennis shoes, water, and everything else I could think of we might need. There were thousands and thousands of people out there, and I'm glad I brought everything I did! There were 13,000 riders alone!

Gabriel and I got there early so we could watch Michael ride in, which was a big treat for all of us. It meant so, so much to Michael to have us there when rode in--I could tell. And I was so proud of him for doing even just the first leg of this tough ride! I can't imagine how exhausted and pain-filled he was when he rolled in! He left at 8am and arrived at 3:45pm (with stops at all the rest stops). The lower half of my body winces just thinking about that kind of time on a bike!

Gabe was SUCH a trooper, as always! It was inspiring to watch all of these thousands of riders come in, exhausted but triumphant, from the day's ride. I felt entirely out of shape though, and guiltily thought about the entire 2-serving bag of peanut M&M's (the only candy I like these days) I had eaten while sitting on my butt doing nothing but driving for two hours...I was huffing and puffing just hauling Gabriel and my big stroller and gear around, when these riders were coming in--many of them just looking devastated with fatigue. Some of them had left from a starting point that took them 100 miles that day--a "century ride"!

We got home around 7:30 last night and crashed. I gave Gabriel a 5-minute bath, fed him half a piece of pizza, and put him directly to bed. The only sound he made was a few grunts as he assumed his favorite sleep position snuggled up on his horse Pillow Pal. :)

Your probably wondering where the pictures are right about now. I don't have any actually :( Michael and I used to haul our SLR around everywhere  with us, but have gotten sadly out of the habit. After realizing we have no visual record of our adventures yesterday, we made a pact to start making each other take it out every time we go somewhere.

Help keep me accountable Faithful Readers!

Have a blessed and holy Palm Sunday today :)

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

A Perpetual Jubilee: "Church Toys"

Check out this little post on A Perpetual Jubilee: "Church Toys".

In my always-present quest to teach Gabriel how to behave in church, I've found that packing a few simple toys to keep him occupied has helped.

At daily mass today, he was entertained for the most part by two lift-the-flap books and a little wooden rosary. And a pacifier. (So much for my pre-parenthood goal of taking away the pacifier by 12 months--he's 16 months now and it's still my Guilty Lifesaver.)

While the lift-the-flap books weren't religious in nature, I usually try to bring our "religious" kid books for him. Too bad I don't have very many yet (only two, and they aren't lift-the-flap, which means they hold G's attention for about five seconds).

Sunday, April 3, 2011

When My Toddler and I Have Too Much in Common

I think that parenthood gives us a tiny taste of what it must be like to be the Heavenly Father.

At least, parenthood lately has given me an idea of what it must be like to be my Heavenly Father. How very similar my little son and I are sometimes. It's pretty humbling. 

How many times do my prayers sound like the whiny, impatient cries of my toddler? How many times have I let my emotions runneth over into spiritual hysterics, blowing situations and challenges vastly out of proportion? 
Gabriel trying to tell me something when he was about two weeks old...I wasn't "getting it" apparently. 


I catch myself sometimes skipping over the "God, thank you so much for the huge number of blessings with which you've covered my life!" part of my prayer, and going directly to the, "I don't feel like cooking dinner! I'm so tired! Work was so stressful today and our budget is tight right now and so-and-so was so awful and unthankful and I don't feel good and my grandmother is sick and I just found a stain on the dress I was going to wear to that wedding from where Gabriel threw up on it!" part of my prayer. 

Funny how I easily I fall into that kind of prayer sometimes when all I dream of is hearing Gabriel say things like:  
"Thank you mommy for this delicious lunch of a grilled cheese sandwich, milk, and strawberry yogurt. I'd love some more milk and maybe some more yogurt as soon as you get a chance."
 Or even,
"Mommy, it's just one of those days. Life as a baby is tough sometimes. I have another molar coming in that's really hurting me. I am just feeling emotional today. It'd be great to have some extra snuggle time with you and my stuffed animals in the rocking chair. Do you think you could do that with me after you finish cleaning up the huge mess I made at lunchtime (And sorry about that by the way, I'm working on it)?"
 I know God wants me to go to Him in prayer for everything. Just not like my toddler. :)
Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. -Philippians 4:6
At least I have the world's best parenting role model to look up to as I navigate parenthood. Good thing I'm not called to fill His shoes--just to walk beside them as best I can.






We're SUCH first-time parents :)

This weekend, Gabriel took some big steps (haha) toward becoming an official "toddler"! Michael and I are pretty enthusiastic first-time parents. :) We practically smother Gabriel with praise every time he takes a step, and he eats it up like Tollhouse semi-sweet chocolate chips. 

Not that I've ever fed my child a handful of chocolate chips on occasion. 

Here's a little video from this morning: 
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Wouldn't you know that we didn't have our iPhone around this evening to take video when Gabriel walked back and forth between Michael and I six times after dinner?! He is so close :)

Friday, April 1, 2011

Who are you called to serve as if they were Christ?

"Whatever your task, work heartily, as serving the Lord, and not men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward; you are serving the Lord Christ." -Colossians 3:23

Jesus tells us in Matthew 25:35 that when we feed the hungry, we feed him, and when we visit the lonely, we visit him. Even if the hungry person is our 15-month-old whining and impatient toddler. Even if that lonely person is an aging parent, or a spouse who needs a hug and a good listener after a long week at work.


God calls us to serve those around us in, whatever our state in life, both cheerfully and "heartily, as serving the Lord, and not men." 


What a challenge.

What a call to extra-ordinary holiness--and grace.

Who are you called to serve as if they were Christ today?