Ice Cream and Oleg Cassini

Hello Dear Friends,

Just a note for the girls out there who get this: (You all will.) Some of you guys who decide to read this post will probably not relate to this at all (unless you have sisters and understand. :) )

I came home after the kid's choir a little worn for the wear, but mainly in a good mood.

Everyone ate a bake it-no-questions-asked dinner and then dispersed to quietly sit the evening out with what peace our ten member family could maintain. I grabbed a box of ice cream out of the fridge, and scooped a generous portion into my bowl. Don't laugh! You know you all do this!

Grabbing my tall stack of library books I headed to sit the night out on my bed and flip through endless pictures of beautiful actresses from a bygone era wearing Oleg Cassini gowns. (Including our beloved Grace Kelly! Who by-the-way almost married Oleg before she found her prince!)

I know that this picture looks pretty pathetic to you, even though every girl does this regularly.
And I can assure you that I knew how typical I was. There was something about the designer gowns and the ice cream that chucked me into the working-girl category.

Sitting at home on one of my days off eating ice cream certainly didn't look or sound helpful. Most girls from the sew-it-yourself world of the efficient home-school daughter would shake their heads at me and point to Proverbs 31. And they would be right!

How many of us sink into the come home and slump box?

What went wrong?!

I am always inspired and jealously-irked at the girls who have endless energy to maintain an at-home business as well as a 20 member family and a hands-on farm. They were beautifully strong girls with solid walks and Quaker purity. And even in my most shining home-school daughter at home days, I was a faded linen compared to the tapestries around me. And to keep this post from leaving your computers confused with "long-running script," I will just end this quickly here and finish my thought.


I think that the biggest problem with this is that what is our purpose? Sitting alone, afte a long day of work, eating ice cream and wishing we wore Oleg's gowns instead of sweats, where is the fulfillment in that? 

Where is the chance to get off our rear-ends and help out at home? 

I think that it all revolves around how high we hold our own comfort. And how strong is our desire to follow Christ? For the next few days I will try to  post verses and ideas that are helping me, and hopefully they will inspire all of you girlies out there to be the pillars we hope to be!

Cao,

-Lindsay