Something I Have to Share and Get Off My Chest

something i have to share and get off my chest

I just need to write about something that is bothering me.

Yesterday I posted pictures of our three nieces that graduated from high school on Sunday. A comment from someone said that she hoped they all become models or movie stars.  I know she meant well as yes, I think they are all beautiful. Though I added they are beautiful inside, as well.

But still, it bothered me. I’ve been thinking about it and I know part of it is an old wound of mine. But I think if we are also honest we know that this is still part of how our culture sees women at times. Though I do think it is slowly getting better – but we have a long way to go.

It brought up for me a memory that took me a long time to move through. I don’t think it is one I’ve ever shared in my writing before. Perhaps I was meant to today.

I was working a dream job when I got out of 2-year tech college having graduated with a Fashion Merchandising/Marketing degree. I had only worked at Kohl’s department store for six months when the job of Visual Merchandiser opened up. I applied and got the job and for the next twelve years I dressed the mannequins in the latest styles and was responsible for merchandising the many different departments. I loved that job. And in my humble opinion, I was good at it. It came very naturally to me.

One year there was a display contest among all the visual merchandiser’s in our district and I won first place! I was thrilled. But that excitement soon turned into something that I wrestled with for some time after that. I overheard one of the gals who worked there, and who I thought was a good friend, telling the assistant manager that I only won because I was pretty.

I was deeply hurt. Not only did I feel betrayed by a friend, but I struggled with self-esteem issues. In my memoir, Through Frankie’s Eyes: One woman’s journey to her authentic self, and the dog on wheels who led the way, I talk about how for years I worked out like a fanatic just because of what one guy said to me — that I’d be prettier if I was thinner.

It took me many years to work through the whole self-confidence issue. It wasn’t really until I was in my early 40s and my dog Frankie became paralyzed, that through her acceptance of her wheelchair and living life to the fullest, despite looking ” different” than other dogs, that opened up something inside me.

Little by little I started  to see the many different layers of myself. But most importantly, I stared to accept each part realizing how vital each is in making me who I authentically am.

And that’s the thing. Women are more than their looks. Each have so many gifts and talents to be shared in the world. But how often the light goes out inside because of how our society sometimes still may see them — or see them only based on how they look. And then expectations are put upon them that may not fit with who they truly are inside.

I don’t want that for my nieces. I want them to live to their full potential of whatever it is that they wish to be. And so that is my hope and my wish for each– that they follow that inner light — to live from that spark that makes them glow from the inside out — and let nothing get in their way. I wish for each of their hearts to lead the way and follow that inner compass that will always guide them in the right direction.

And I just want to add that there is nothing wrong with being a model or a movie star — but whoosh – I don’t think I could have survived in that industry which I believe has a ways to go in not being so youth and looks driven.

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What is Art?

What is Art?

Just about everything my friend Miss Marie does is an art form. It’s one of the reasons I love to be around her. The photo above is of the side of her darling garage.

The potted plants, as they are placed here, I consider a form of art. I love walking by it, which I do most mornings. When the weather starts to turn colder later in the fall, it’s as if they grow legs, climb down off the wall, and make a slow, reluctant march toward Miss Marie’s 900 square foot house.

Just like little kids who never want to go in after playing outside all summer long, I think the plants hope for a few more warm days before the snow flies.

I’ve seen the potted plants lined up on the sidewalk leading to the steps of her back porch as the days grow shorter. Then the next time I come by, I notice that they have magically made it up the stairs and onto the back porch.

It’s only when there is the threat of cold days on end that they finally find their way inside where they take up residence in the sunny pantry on the west side of the house.

And I’m sure they dream of the day they will begin the march back out to the side of the garage to soak in the sun and makes passerby’s smile once again.

But it’s reminders such as this, and time spent with Miss Marie, that I continue to strive to weave creativity into every aspect of my life, seeing even simple pleasures as a form of art.

The ordinary arts we practice everyday at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest. -Thomas Moore

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If You Build It, They Will Come.

If You Build It, They Will Come

If you add beauty to the world, it seems nature will nod her head to you and bring unexpected beauty right back to you. If you build it, they will come.

Yesterday afternoon, only two weeks after our new landscaping was put in, Mrs. Robin has taken up residence in the limelight hydrangea tree outside my writing cottage window. She is been very, very busy building quite the nest!

I’ve watched with delight as she has gathered sticks and materials, hopping along the chocolate mulch. I’ll have to take a picture of the whole nest as it is even complete with streamers along the bottom that fly beautifully in the wind. She is quite the interior decorator!  But now I’m wondering if perhaps this is Mr. Robin doing all the building so that Mrs. Robin has a lovely place to lay her eggs?  I guess I better brush up on my bird knowledge.

And then there is Mrs. Wren building a nest inside a bird house that I’ve had a few years, but never saw anyone take up residence in it before. She is quite comical to watch as she approaches the opening with a stick four times her size in length and tries to get it inside.

Such excitement happening right outside my writing cottage windows these days. I don’t know how I’ll get any work done with all the action. I may just have to grab a cup of tea and just enjoy the view.

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