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I did my hair for you (pictures and Stitch Fix)

Soooooooo I might be the last person in the blogosphere to try Stitch Fix.

And maybe in real life as well. I figured, why do I need a box of expensive clothes sent to me every month when I can just steal Amy’s fixes? {giggle}

But for real. I do not like shopping, I’m not good at shopping, malls and choices and ALL THE THINGS make me feel overwhelmed and crazy. Also, I don’t know what to do with clothes. I don’t know how to wear them in a fashionable way (hence, why I steal Amy’s clothes – she’s super fashionable). I don’t know what necklaces to wear with what shirts, and I’m basically only good at the earring game because of Noonday.

Which brings me back to Stitch Fix.

I think Amy might be getting annoyed that I keep taking her clothes, and I think it might be fun to dress properly, so I decided to ante up the $20 styling fee and try Stitch Fix.

I HAVE PICTURES AND THOUGHTS FOR YOU!

First, the pictures!

The first item in my fix was this blue dolman top, WHICH I ADORE. I was very clear in my Stitch Fix profile that I love dolman tops and wanted one. They heard me. Thank you Meagan (my stylist) for putting this comfortable, flattering top in the fix. WIN.

I know some of you are going to ask about the shoes. Yes, they are SO CUTE, and I totally ordered them from Zappos after seeing my friend Amy in them (yes, that Amy). But ya’ll, I’m returning them because I cannot walk in them. So sad. And so painful.

Next up is this soft denim “chambray” shirt. I don’t know what chambray means, but I really like it.

The thing is, I have a denim shirt, so I’m not sure what I’m going to do. Also, it’s expensive. But really comfortable. And it fits. I may or may not have gained a few pounds and have a tight situation in the other one. Ahem. Well, as far as styling goes, it’s a WIN.

Last top in the fix was this pretty little lacy thing. I asked specifically for a white lace top (per my Pinterest style page), and they delivered. The only problem is that it’s too big. I know it doesn’t look like it’s too big in this picture, but what you don’t see is the undershirt attached to it is UNDER my bits. I actually put another undershirt on to keep this fix G. You’re welcome. The stylist again sent a WIN, but for sizing purposes, I may wait on something with a better fit.

I know, those shoes are cute too. They are not from Stitch Fix, although Stitch Fix will send you shoes to try if you want them to. I asked them not to send me shoes.

The last piece of clothing in the fix was the jeans, which I’m wearing in each picture. They fit great, but (and tell me if this is me being too old), I can’t justify buying jeans with a purposeful hole in them.

Not subtle.

No on the jeans.

Last item in the fix were these earrings, which are cute, but I’m not sure…I’m a dangly kind of girl, so, we’ll see.

Now for my overall Stitch Fix thoughts! Isn’t this fun? 

Stitch Fix PRO’s

I am happy to report that YOU DO NOT have to get a box of clothes every month! You can schedule your fix for every two-three weeks, monthly, every other month, or every three months. This is a major plus for me because every three months sounds just about right. I get to avoid the shopping places while still getting to be cute. TOTAL WIN.

Did I mention with Stitch Fix I don’t have to go shopping? This is the biggest pro for me, and what is likely to make me keep getting fixes.

The stylist for me pretty much NAILED IT. She listened to what I wanted, and delivered. She couldn’t have known that I wouldn’t want holes in my jeans, and I didn’t think to add that information.

You send back whatever you don’t want. There is a prepaid shipping label and packaging and everything you need to pop into USPS and send the items that didn’t work for you back.

You can earn free clothes. When you sign up to try a fix for $20, you get the option of having a referral link to earn free clothes. Hi. I like that. Thank you. Here’s my referral link if you want to try Stitch Fix. 🙂

Stitch Fix CONS

I really only have one con, and it might be me not understanding the service (I am a newbie, remember). But I thought when the stylist sent me items, they sent along ideas for how to wear jewelry with it. Okay, now that I wrote that sentence I feel silly, because why would they do that? They did send a paper with ideas of outfits (see above). I put in a note in my profile that I wanted to know how to wear necklaces with shirts . I was hoping she would have sent necklaces to try with each top. Ah well. Maybe next time. Meagan, if you’re reading this, HELP A SISTER OUT! I need to know how to style necklaces with tops, for reals. 

CONCLUSION

WIN WIN WIN WIN! I feel like my stylist rocked it. I am VERY happy with my fix and will keep using Stitch Fix. YAY! No more stealing clothes from Amy and no more wandering the mall like a zombie! PERFECT FIT.

Try Stitch Fix For Yourself!

Want to give Stitch Fix a try? Head HERE to create an account and fill out a profile! It’s fun and easy and only $20, which I think is not so bad to be able to avoid malls.

Remember, what you don’t want, you can send back.

Have fun not shopping!

Love, SM

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Grieving the end of the little years

Is it weird to cuddle your adult children? Because I’m pretty sure I’m going to need to cuddle them when they’re grown.

I almost can’t handle the fact that right now my oldest is over cuddling, and even when she tries, it’s so brief, so fleeting, so…gangly. Arms and legs everywhere. It’s just not the same. And she’s just not into it.

How long do I have before my son and youngest are over the cuddles? I CAN’T HANDLE CUDDLES BEING OVER. I told my mother-in-law tonight that when they won’t cuddle me anymore I’m going to need them to go ahead and have some babies so I can cuddle grandbabies.

I know. Don’t say it. I don’t really want my kids having babies young. Just, you know, maybe in their early 20’s.

WHY AM I EVEN THINKING ABOUT MY KIDS HAVING KIDS?!

I’ll tell you why: something happens when one day you look at your people and you realize, in a blink, they grew up.

I mean, I feel it now and my kids are only preteens. BUT I FEEL IT NOW. The pull, the break, the moving towards more and more independence. Yes, even my 8 year old feels like she’s growing too quickly. Wasn’t she just three?

Having kids is like water, it just slips through your hands and you can’t quite grasp it.

First you parent in a fog, when you have little ones, but then you parent in a blink, because it goes so fast.

Today I went onto the Please Touch Museum website to see about taking my kids one last time before they were too old and you know what? They’re too old.

We missed the last time I would take them to the Please Touch Museum. And all of a sudden it hit me, this blink, this growing that’s happen in hyper speed.

The loooooooooooong days of babies and toddler-hood and all the fog that comes with it is gone. And now I can’t keep up.

My sweet, precious babies are growing up, and I just want to pause.

But there’s no pausing, no extended breath to get “it” together. There’s only now.

There’s me observing that my heart is grieving the years going by quickly and the realization that NOW IS THE TIME, the time to KEEP GOING, invest in, listen to, lean in, and stay strong.

And by strong, I mean beg Jesus to help me keep going, give me energy and vision and motivation and EVERYTHING I NEED to MOTHER ON during these golden years.

I want to feel the ache of time so that I won’t take for granted these fleeing, special years.

This is the time.

These are the years.

I will keep going. I will give what I have to impress upon them, teach them, nurture them, disciple them, and love them. I will do this out of my weakness but with perseverance and the power of the Holy Spirit who is ever with me.

I will mother on.

And you can too. Don’t give up. Don’t regret these years. Keep going. AND GET AS MANY CUDDLES AS YOU CAN WHILE YOU CAN.

Love to you today, SM

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Psalm 90:12

Love God, your God, with your whole heart: love him with all that’s in you, love him with all you’ve got!

Write these commandments that I’ve given you today on your hearts. Get them inside of you and then get them inside your children. Talk about them wherever you are, sitting at home or walking in the street; talk about them from the time you get up in the morning to when you fall into bed at night. Tie them on your hands and foreheads as a reminder; inscribe them on the doorposts of your homes and on your city gates.

Deuteronomy 6:5-9 (The Message)

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Thigh Dimples, Gray Hair, and an Underarm Situation

We were at Burger King because my kids like Whoppers and it was baseball season and it was just EASY.

I reached over to the nice lady handing me our food and my sweet, precious, delight of a child took hold of the skin UNDER MY ARM. You know the place, where triceps are supposed to be. The dangling place. The place that has names I shall not refer to as to not offend. THAT PLACE. She squeezed it, and then she jiggled it. With her sweet little fingers SHE JIGGLED MY ARM LIKE IT WAS JELLO.

Let’s take a moment.

Okay. So she did that and I said, “Could you please not do that?”

She grinned.

She took her hand away from the place. We moved on.

So here’s the thing: my bits are changing.

I am growing out my gray hair (which, by the way, I reserve the right to change my mind about at any moment). I am realizing that I am going to have to make peace with the thigh dimples because I have no Jillian Michaels abilities in me. At all. I called to cancel my gym membership the other day and the lady was all, “You’ve only been a member three months.” Nice try shaming me lady. I LIFTED 20 POUND WEIGHTS AND MAYBE SPRAINED MY WRIST IN THE PROCESS. I’m on medical leave. Anyway.

The dimples aren’t going anywhere.

My wrist hurts from lifting a dumbbell, (Lord, help me).

I’m not going to starve myself (goodbye metabolism).

And while I’m watching my sugar intake and eating more smoothies and salads, there are times I just want some wings and beer in bed with my husband.

Here’s the point: It’s okay to age.

Read the rest over at (in)courage today!

SM

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I always wondered what it meant to feel God’s pleasure

I remember at a conference a woman saying that she felt God’s pleasure when she blogged.

Another friend felt it when she ran, which is of course is like the famous Christian missionary and olympian, Eric Liddell.

But I, I didn’t know what it meant. I asked God for it, to understand it, to feel it, to know it. I tried to manufacture it, you know, thinking maybe it was when I mothered my children or homeschooled or wrote, but the truth is, I didn’t feel God’s pleasure in the way I think others were meaning it.

I couldn’t define it or hold it or figure it out. Maybe it was just words, this pleasure of God, and maybe Him being pleased with me as His daughter was what it was. Or something like that.

But today, today I felt what I can only describe as God’s pleasure, His love over me, just because it pleases Him to see me pleased. I’m botching it up here, because I can’t quite explain what I’m trying to say, but He gave me a gift today and I felt His pleasure in the giving of it. I think I especially felt His pleasure because I didn’t deserve the gift; I’m not worthy of it. And yet He is so kind and so merciful and so happy to give, just because He likes to give His children good gifts.

I was excitedly talking to a friend about the gift and he said, “You’re giving me delight in your delight.”

Yes, that’s it. That’s what I think it means to feel the pleasure of God: to feel His delight over you in your delight.

I told my husband about feeling God’s pleasure and he told me he felt God’s pleasure this year for the first time, and it had to do with doing woodworking projects that delighted him. He felt God’s delight in his delight.

It’s overwhelming.

And it’s awesome.

Just as a father takes delight in seeing delight in his daughter, this is how God sees us; our joy makes Him happy.

I make Him smile, and so do you.

Isn’t that wonderful? Isn’t that just the best?

My prayer for you today is that you would experience the pleasure of God, personally and intimately and overwhelmingly. He loves you. He takes delight in you.

Can you feel it?

SM

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I have some feelings about gray hair

I feel like I should tell you that I have decided to grow my hair out.

And by “grow my hair out” I mean the gray parts, which apparently are at 50%.

50 freaking % of my hair is gray.

I know, you think I’m crazy. I think I’m crazy too.

But I do have a reason and it all began last week in Portland.

My literary agent’s wife was going to be picking me up from the airport, and you know how you have a picture in your mind about how someone is going to look? Well I pictured her as a blonde. I don’t know why, I just did. So when she picked me up I noticed that she wasn’t a blonde, but rather a gray; her hair was ALL gray. And you know what my first thought was? “Why?! Why does she have gray hair? Doesn’t know about hair salons? She’s beautiful, why has she let herself go?”

Yep, those were my first thoughts. I know, gross. But that’s what they were.

Now, you know how when something is not what you seemed and then you have some thoughts and then you become obsessed and neurotic with said thoughts and become obnoxious to other people about them? Yea, that was me with her and the gray hair situation. I couldn’t get it off my mind. And, because I obviously can’t help myself, I asked her about her gray hair. I asked her when she grew it out and why. She told me she grew her out when she was 45, and she said it like it was no thing, like gray hair was normal. Which we all know IS NOT NORMAL unless you’re 60 or 80. Everyone dyes their hair, and by everyone of course I mean women because men don’t seem to have to/want to. Whatever. Anyway, back to this beautiful woman with gray hair who was totally confident, and obviously totally crazy.

But she wasn’t. She wasn’t crazy.

And I couldn’t stop thinking about gray hair and why my immediate thoughts about gray hair were always mixed with “letting yourself go” and “old” and “I’m not going down like that.” I was so judgy about women who had gray hair. I mean, I’m paying nearly $120 every two-three months to take care of business because of the 50% situation.

I started talking to her more about her gray hair, and I’m pretty certain I got quite annoying because at one point, while we were cutting vegetables, I said, “I’m making a much bigger deal about this than it is, aren’t I?” And she just said, “Yes.”

I was making a big deal out of gray hair. Why? I asked God, and of course, when you ask God about a thing He may answer the thing in a way you weren’t prepared for. And that’s just what a happened as I was standing and taking in the worship music on a Sunday morning in Portland.

You are afraid.

You are afraid if you have gray hair you won’t be desired anymore.

You won’t be taken seriously.

No one will want to work with you.

You will be embarrassed.

You will look old and like you let yourself go.

At the heart of it all, you’re afraid of not being wanted.

But the thing is, you already are.

And there it was, fear of not being wanted and the truth that I already am.

In that moment of realization I also felt an intimate voice in my spirit letting me know there was freedom either way, freedom to dye my hair or let it grow out. But perhaps, if I let it grow out, I might find a deeper identity in Christ instead of in how I looked and how deeply I listened to and relied on my fears.

I’ve decided on door number two.

I’m going for it.

Now, you should know that I’m still going to pluck my chin hairs, and I still want to look nice, and wear makeup, and maybe even put on some false eye lashes sometimes. But my hair? It will be 50% gray. So if you see me in person, just know I won’t look like my pictures online. The lovely blondish-brown will be gone. But hopefully you’ll see something that wasn’t there before. Perhaps you’ll see a woman a little freer in who she is in Christ, confident in His love for her and that being wanted by Him is, truly, enough.

With love and a root line, Sarah Mae

A gray head is a crown of glory;
It is found in the way of righteousness.

Proverbs 16:31

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