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These Boots Are Made For Walking…

… And That’s Just What They’ll Do!

One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you!

She took a few hard steps forward, slammed the car door shut with her left leg exposing the knee-high boots underneath her sweater. Talk about announcing her presence! She inhaled confidence and exhaled grace as she strutted up to the doorstep looking just as good as her attitude…

One teeny-weeny secret about me: I love boots, especially high-heeled ones. There is just something powerful about high heeled boots that make me feel beautiful and playful. You know that confidence that exudes a radiant beloved who is one polished and refined mama! Ha!

That’s confidence with an attitude to boot…

How about you, is there something in your wardrobe that makes you feel especially beautiful and gives you that extra skip in your step resembling power and even playtime? Please tell me I’m not alone.

I love my cowboy boots as they offer sass to go along with the class, but they lack spunk with the funk. I find myself wanting to line dance more often than not instead of walking along, and with life being a dance (hush-hush)…

I end up looking more like (hush-hush)…

Talk about fellowship that won’t soon be forgotten! Enough said…

The flat heeled kind, that’s what I predominantly wear for comfort and practicality, along with keeping my height under six feet. They keep me subdued, somewhat restrained, with an ease to hide behind my clothes and feelings. Do I hear bloating and PMS?

But throw in a pair of high-heeled boots that extend over the knee, can I hear a great big Hallelujah!

What us poor girls go through just to look and feel beautiful. We even go so far as to tape up our second two toes together or we wear these orthotics to somehow or another trick our brain into thinking that the pain caused from the six-inch heal isn’t really harming us.

Blameless Ballet Bruised

 

Okay. Maybe I’m exaggerating a bit here with my visualization, but…

Those feet are caused from hours of hard work to bring us the beauty and grace of dance.

Why is it we can have great hair days, plenty of rest (what’s that?), glowing skin and plenty of Jesus time before we walk out of our mad houses where we feel good about ourselves, but there’s something extra special about a new outfit or perceived image we project.

Does God want us wearing high-heeled boots over our knees just to feel lovely and confident enough? No. He wants us to walk out our faith knowing we’re beautiful and our boots are made for walking. We are clothed in splendor and grace. Righteousness is our fashion along with the unique qualities and characteristics that only WE HAVE (yay baby!).

So what are our motives for bringing pain just in order to look good?

Meet Master of Destruction!

Blameless Boots Are Made For Walking

No, I’m not drinking. I’m just sharing how ludicrous even I am willing to go to feel beautiful at times. And since I’m sulking under ice, I’ll let you laugh right alongside of me.

So Fridays are generally my shopping days. Retail therapy helps soothe the pain from the loss of expectations and the problems my son has found himself in being housed in county jail.

I leave behind a piece of my tattered and bleeding heart each time I say goodbye to our weekly “video visitation” sessions. There’s something about a mother’s love; it is relentless and unconditional no matter what… well, at least that’s unconditional love like God’s Great Love… but there are times you wonder how your heart can keep beating when you’re wearing it on your sleeve instead.

I generally pray something like this before shopping:

Father God, I pray you will grant me the grace to shop wisely and not extravagantly to cover and wrap up my depleted heart so I may be focused instead on the many beloveds in need of your Great Love!

I’m not that selfless either!

So we happened to be shopping with a purpose: For wedding shoes. Trying to find the perfect high heels to wear for a wedding can spell trouble with a capital T.

The pain in my heart alerted me to an exciting pair of boots that were not only forbidden, but not on the agenda both financially or time well spent. And of course, I just happened to fall in love with a pair of boots that only a woman 30 years younger could and should wear, and only for a few minutes I might add.

Remember what Master of Destruction looks like? Deception…

Blameless Boots Are Made For Walking

No pain, no gain, right? Is that what vanity has done to us, we must go through pain in order to have worldly gain, instead of being naturally beautiful?

To conclude my pathetic opening line… She took a few hard steps forward, slammed the car door shut with her left leg exposing the knee-high boots underneath her sweater. Talk about announcing her presence! She inhaled confidence and exhaled grace as she strutted up to the doorstep looking just as good as her attitude until…

… She came tumbling down delivering the knock notice. My ankles were much too weak to carry this 5’10” frame on six-inch stick heels.

Daring gravity and decay was way out of my league. My suede pair with chunky heels are hot enough.

Until next time…

Blameless Beautiful You Bouquet 2

 

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I Just Washed My Hair and I Can’t Do A THING With It!

It’s Hard Being Me!

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What was I thinking???  I succumbed to the pressures of his relentless requests.  Between his text messages, phone calls, church attendance and his random notes tied around bouquets of roses (which stole my heart ♥♥), I don’t know if I was feeding into his vanity with my polite attentiveness or allowing his tenacity to usher in a one-up.

Honestly, I have not been out on a “real date” in over ten years and I was more than comfortable with that.  My picker had malfunctioned and led me down a path of heartache in the past, but you’ve got to give a girl credit for risking everything for love a couple of times, right?  Especially with her rejection record.  Talk about courage and strength!

And no, don’t ask me who it was.  For my eyes only!  I will share, he was indeed a tall, dark drink of water who wears a uniform sometimes 24 hours a day!  Oh, my palpitating heart! 

Ha!  That could mean anyone from First Responders to UPS drivers.  I’m bad, I know…  A girl’s got to keep SOME secrets, you know!

Oh, and in case you are still trying to figure it out, don’t forget that seasonal shopping is upon us and Santa Claus wears his uniform 24/7!

I’m so bad…  And I’m loving every minute of it!!!  My blog has been way too serious.  Now it’s time to have some fun and be me!

Life is and should be a box of chocolates!

Normally whether I’m in court, doing chaplain work, barking at our INJUSTICE system or running around town, my look consists of a dress and long blonde hair.  In court the suit wins, but around town, the long hair tucked behind the ears is who Grammy Tammy is. 

Gotta keep a youthful appearance, right?  I like the easy-breezy side.

So getting ready for this long-awaited date with “the” tall, dark and very persistent handsome man should require a little extra prepping time getting ready, right?  Well, I showered and got ready like any typical day except I gave myself an extra 30 minutes to prepare for perfection. 

Oh my!  Fatal mistake number one.

Once I finished blow drying my hair, it looked amazing; never looked better.  It almost resembled a straight iron along with the soft curls.  Only us girls know what that looks like. 

So I got dressed and brushed my teeth for the last time.  Gotta have spearmint breath, right?  Yes, even us grandmas worry about that same stuff, girls; especially me!  It’s kind of an OCD thing with me. 

I glanced over at the clock and realized I had 40 minutes until I had to leave to meet my date.  Well, shoot, with that amount of time left over, I glanced at myself in the mirror and thought I could do better. 

So I brushed the hair out along with the curls and combed in the frizz.  I added some hairspray and low and behold, my beautiful perfection turned into a breeding, raging bird’s nest.

Come on, girls, we know what we do with our hair when we keep on messing with it?  Think about a silky, thin-haired blonde with hairspray and a back-comb; oh Lord, have mercy!  Can I hear the screams from a bird’s nest?

Blameless Bad Hair 7

Do I hear a meltdown?  Yep, you got it!  Oh, it was so much more.  Not even a bottle of Jesus Juice (wine) could have taken away the sting from the pain that I saw looking back at me.

And now the clock strikes past and I am late…

What’s a girl to do when meltdowns ensue all in the name of love and vanity?  She throws the hair behind the ears instead of up in a tight bun and dashes out the door leaving behind a trail of tears.

Now we welcome the Gene Simmons’ look from Kiss, you know, the black racoon eyes.  Just beautiful!

Here God tells us in His Word that our beauty is to be adorned with the lasting beauty that is found in our hearts, filled with a gentle and quiet spirit (1 Peter 3:3-4) and not the hair, makeup, jewelry and fine clothes that we put on and believe beautifies us.

God never said natural beauty was full of chaos and meltdowns.  This exit resembled more like ravens fleeing from a comfy nest!

After the meltdown and feeling less-than beautiful for my tall, dark drink of water, I rose to the occasion, bad hair day and all. 

Here my Romeo dared to be late (strike three) or he was hiding, sitting at the bar laughing his assets off as to how I looked with my bird’s nest and racoon eyes, and my mountain of irritation was at full bar. 

Once my Romeo announced his arrival, our eyes met, and the evening and chaos was met with anything but good times.  Our restaurant was surrounded with mirrors and every mirror was filled with an admirer:  Romeo and My Hair! 

My nest gave birth to the definition of Carly Simon’s song, “You’re So Vain.”

You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht.
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf, it was apricot.
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself go by.
And all the girls dreamed that they’d be your partner
They’d be your partner,

and

You’re so vain.
You probably think this song is about you
You’re so vain.
I’ll bet you think this song is about you
Don’t you?
Don’t you?

Until next time…

Thank You For Being Beautiful You!