Thursday, May 25, 2017

A dark secret


In this adorable cottage there was a very dark secret...


BWAHAHAHA...

Just kidding.

It's just my closet.

Although it was scary in there

See...












Yes, I know you've probably seen scarier closets, but to me, this was a nightmare.

I'm a tad OCD, so it was driving me nuts. Especially after seeing so many bloggers posting all their brilliant closet makeovers.

Now, before you get excited, this isn't going to be that 333 project or some glamour shoot with a chandelier.

One:
I wear vintage dresses most of the time, so there's really no mixing and matching and when you wear something you just throw on with some shoes, you tend to want to wear more than just four things.

Want to have an easy wardrobe?

Wear dresses.

Cold?

Put on some tights and a sweater and/or jacket.

It's that easy.

Two:
As much as I would love to turn my closet into one of those beautiful wallpapered, chandelier type looks, it's really just a functional, tiny, walk-in space, that I had built in my dressing room, with clothes. 

And really, who has the money to invest into a closet that no one else sees.

Can you imagine... 

"Hey! Come see my beautiful closet!"

No. 

No one cares.

Sorry.

I can't promise you that I won't do something more with it, just for me, but for now, I'm a happy camper and I can find everything, so.... YAY! :)

Anywho...

This is is part way through the cleaning.


This is the atrocious amount of shoes I had to go through.


Seriously?

I wear saddle shoes and Keds most of the time, unless I'm going out (I wear heels then) or it's winter and some of them were 30 something years old.

Enough already!

The giveaway pile kept growing.


So did the vintage clothes I need to sell or repair.


I tried every. single. thing. on.

It took FOREVER.

But finally, after 3 or 4, maybe 5 hours... I was done.


On this side I have a multitude of belts, a few skirts, and dresses.


On the opposite side I have... jeans, pajamas, robes, slips and coats.


I have my purses on one side, going around to the middle....


and heels on the other side.


Straight ahead, I have... tank tops, blouses, t-shirts and one scarf.


I didn't separate seasonal, because I use quite a few things in all of the seasons.

Most of the so called "normal clothes", like modern skirt suits and fancy dresses went into another closet.

I'm not about to count everything, because I don't really want to, honestly, but I will wear all of it, I love all of it, and I can find all of it.

And that's what really matters to me.

The hardest for me is that I have to live two separate lives.

Vintage and not vintage (or normal clothes, as I call them).

Some people my family (my kids and John excluded) and strangers think the way I dress is odd, so I have to conform on certain occasions.

If it was up to me, I'd only have vintage dresses and a few jeans and t-shirts to work in the yard, but such is life.

Funny, people can walk around in what is basically tights and a bra or pajamas in public and it's okay, but wearing a dress that's from the 40s or 50s is wrong somehow.


Anyway, enough of that...

my closet is finished and hooray for me!



:)

xo
rue



Monday, May 22, 2017

Manchester


When they target our children...


I try not to talk politics, but as a mother, this time I'm really struggling, so I will just say that my prayers and thoughts are with the families that lost their loved ones in Manchester.

God bless and help us all.

Love
rue


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Thursday, May 18, 2017

A trip to the fair


I love going to the fair.

Big, small, it doesn't matter.

I've been to the local one in each place I've lived, but I think my favorite one so far is The Pima County Fair, here in Arizona.

Via google images

John and I went there a few weeks ago and we had a great time.

It was HOT, but so worth it.

We had fun looking at antique farm equipment:


checking out all the animals and feeding some goats...


and of course, there was lots of eating!

No pictures of that though.

I don't think you needed a picture of us stuffing our faces ;)

Of course, we went there for all those things, but mostly we went to see country music star Josh Turner.


John and I are big fans of his and in fact, he sings "our song".

The concert was free to all those that paid to get in, so we settled ourselves on the lawn, in front of the stage, and John snapped a quick picture of us before it started.


It was a great show and if he happens to come to your town, and you like country music, I highly recommend going to see him.

Here's some older songs of his:








and here's one from his new album:



Can you guess which one is "our song"? ;)

xo
rue



PS

Thank you so much for all your sweet words on my last post. 
You all are the best :)




Tuesday, May 16, 2017

On judging


As bad as it is, I think it's human nature to judge other people.

Judging Bubba is judging.

By their clothes.

Their manner of speaking.

Their homes.

Their jobs.

Their friends or family.

Their posts on social media or in blogging.

The color of their skin or ethnicity.

Their politics.

With one look, one word, or even a feeling, we can hate or love someone immediately.

As much as we don't want to behave that way, we do.

We all have opinions.

Some we share, some we don't, and some that we're too ashamed to admit, even to ourselves.

Do I think it's right?

No.

But...

we all do it.

I'm certainly guilty of it.

As much as I try to listen to all opinions and viewpoints, my own tend to get in the way.

For instance,


But later, I thought...

who am I to judge what people portray to the world on their blogs?

In the grand scheme of things, I'm just some silly broad with a little blog blabbering away about this and that.

Is it nice to know that I helped some of my friends and readers, by telling them how I feel?

Yes.

Was it fair?

Probably not.

Would I do it again?

If I'm being honest...

Yes.

I know, I shouldn't say or write some of the things I do, but well, sometimes I get a bee in my bonnet and I need to let it out.

Was I too harsh?

Maybe, but I didn't think so when I wrote it.

After all, if I'm poking fun at myself too, they can't be mad, right?

I thought by laughing at myself it would soften the blow.

Maybe it did.

Maybe it didn't.

Was I trying to hurt anyone's feelings?

NO.

Absolutely not.

I hate to see anyone upset or angry.

It causes me anxiety and a stomachache.

Although, when someone confronts me on what I've had to say and I think I'm right...

I lash out.

 Of course afterwards, I feel like a giant ass and regret every word that came spewing out of my mouth.

And believe me, I do go on.

Blah, blah, blah... until I'm sure their ears are bleeding.

And then there it is..

regret.



The kind that keeps you up at night questioning yourself.

Ugh.


Anyway, my point is...

I'm a flawed human being, but I truly mean well.

I just need to remember that unless we're in someone else's shoes, we really don't know or understand why they are the way they are.

And maybe those bloggers really do live in a perfect bubble.

I'm happy for them, if they do.

Personally though, 

I'd rather live my messy, imperfect life.

Dog hair and all ;)

xo
rue