The Sunday Six: Edition: You Ain't Got To Worry 'Bout Me!

And why is it exactly that you ain't got to worry about me?  Because I got my head on right, see?  You'll notice that today's list is a backwards list.  Instead of the usual list of things I love, this is a list of things that I hate... things that will never make it on the love list for if they did, you would have cause to worry indeed.  (But bennis they never will, well then worry, you never shall.)
I'd rather eat a dirty sock.
camo puffy jacket 
I mean, come on. 
vests of any kind
Especially vests that boast "plumage" or look like orange plastic, or any other vest.  
potted meat
Even frills couldn't entice me.
I promise to never leave home looking:
1. this hungry (the poor dear)
2. like I robbed a tablecloth store and got away from their security cougar with only a slight tear in my blazer.   
pleated pants
...even though they are a Spring 2011 Fashion Trend.  I'm not even believin' that.  I mean, they were a bad idea the first time around.  No one is ever going to make me believe that they are awesome sauce.  They're not.  No Howie... no deal.
...and that, home slices, is all she wrote.  (And it's a good thing, too, because it's 10:39 in the p.m. and MawMaw needs her beauty rest... lest she become delusional and start to think pleats on her pants are just what the doctor ordered.) 

Happy Sund'y to ya!


Have Faith?

I recently bought a new journal. I love doing that. The "chosen one" wasn't the one I found to be the most visually appealing (which is usually all I need), but the inscription -- Have Faith -- made me pause. I normally would pass on something like that, but this time I found myself drawn to it. In that moment, I realized that most often what I have is not faith, but doubt. Unbelief. I want to have faith! I identify with that guy in Scripture who prayed, "I believe. Help my unbelief!" I picked up the journal and flipped through the pages. They felt good, I liked the smoothness of the book itself; it all just felt right. (Plus the pages are gilded, so you know, score!)

They're just words on a book, but I hear Him whispering to my heart when I read them. Have Faith. There is so much in life that requires it. Things we walk through and believe... I like to think of myself as a realist, but maybe I'm not. Maybe what I really am is a cynic. A pessimist. Oh, I like to cut up and play around (which makes me seem happy and easy) but in the corners of my heart where the big questions live, that space is shared with an eye-roller, rich in unbelief.

Those are hard words to admit about oneself (especially when that oneself is me), but there are parts of me that don't want to let go of my beliefs, because they feel right and true... they're my prized possessions. We're taught to hold fast to who we are... to be ourselves. The thing is, I've believed these lies about myself for so long, they feel like me, and letting them go feels false... like I'm trying to be someone I'm not - but hello epiphany! I do want to be someone I'm not! I want to be changed. I want to be freed.

In this book I'm reading by Beth Moore, she says that God has crowned me with glory and dignity, that I am worthy of high esteem.  Oh that eye roller is tempted by such words.

I look at my journal and the words kick me in the gut. Have Faith. Believe. If I am to kick this insecurity in the gut, I must be willing to believe something different - that I'm wrong about me. That sort of revolutionary change in my way of thinking must be both radical and deliberate.... but that is the work of the believer, isn't it? To believe.

So as Beth says to me, I say to you: Believe it, sister.


The Sunday Six: Edition: Ruche Crush

cute coats
...not that the weather is even remotely right enough for these, but they are still awesome sauce. (I got that term from my mentors over at Parks & Rec. Be forewarned, you'll be hearing that alot from me henceforth and from now on(ward and upward)).  I don't have many coats but someday I shall, and when I do, some of them will look like these.  They can't all look like these, that just wouldn't be practical.
hand in hand nighttime stroll double breasted coat
tweedle dee coat
cute shoes
Shoes don't even need an introduction, do they?
(As for the last pair, maybe I like them because I'm a Louisiana girl?  The name is rather fetching.) 
pink studio "whitney" peep toe heels
rocket dog "swiss floral" t-strap heels
the leaves' lyrics wedges
through thick and thin gator skin sandals
cute dresses
A few of these are solid confirmation that I am such a Meir Meir, but Maw Maw don't mind. Not one crumb.
an evening at the ballet
barbados breeze eyelet dress
carolina on my mind floral dress
paradise in plum pleated dress
picnic in the sun pocket dress
skipping through flower fields dress
cute accessories
here's to new journeys handbag
meant to be necklace
on the wings of a butterfly earrings
under the sea necklace
wrap me through and through skinny belt

cute tops
My closet is in want of some cute tops.  These would be a solid start (well, a solid and a striped start).
gondola romance ruffle top

sitting by the patio daydreaming

working daze seersucker tunic
cute extries
alicia black denim knapsack

stuck on you japanese masking tape in "C"

stuck on you japanese masking tape in "Q"

This weeks' selections can all be found at Ruche
Don't forget, it's my birthday year.

Happy Sund'y, y'all!


The Sunday Six: Edition 21


My heart is beating hard this week.
Hanson wants to know Where's the Love? It's right here, baby.

striped tube socks
I'm just telling you right now, my love can be bought, and my loves goes all the way up to my knees.  These would make me faster and stronger,  I just know it. They would even make shin splints more tolerable.
(19" Pink Lovers Combo)
library card catalogs
I get a little dizzy at the sight of them. Every now and again, I check Craigslist in the hope of finding one for free since that one time there was one for free but I missed out on it on account of being too late!  Zut alors! My heart broke that day. Somebody pass the Duck Tape... and a card catalog.

My favorite word sandwich:

fashion inspo
I don't always intuitively know how to put clothes together.  Bright colors both entrance and terrify me.  There are many times I see an item that I love, but then talk myself out of buying because WHAT am I gonna wear that with?? It helps so much to see what other people are wearing (and what they're wearing with it). This week I found  Kendi Everyday and have been getting my inspiration on!  I'm still wearing the same ol', but you know, being revivified still has many merits. I find her outfits to be very inspirationative. 
Please to allow me to exampilate:

See? See?  Cute with a Capital Q.  Which brings me back to No. 3.  It is time.  The thrifting beast is hungry. (Feed me, Seymour.)(Or is it Señor(ita).)(No matter.)

this lipstick
I'm thinking this might be my red. Haven't tried it yet, but I'm hopeful.  I've seen it looking marvelous and smashing on other people, so you know, fingers crossed.
(Sephora, 'It Girl')
Nehi Peach (or is it Peach Nehi?)
Either way, this is a throw back from the way back for me.  I found it in WalMart last week after not having it for several years.  I was internally elated.  I didn't show it on the outside because I am a sophisticated creature.  I mean, so long as squealing qualifies as sophisticated.
And that's the end!
Happy Sundaying to you all!
Have yourself a good one. 
xo, Jodie


You like pie? I like pie.

I made this velvety dream of a pie last Memorial Day weekend. 
They call it Hoosier Sugar Cream Pie. I call it Who's-yer-Daddy Pie.

It tastes like a pie made of creme bruleé.   Really, do you need any more enticement than that?
  • 2 cups heavy cream
  • 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 cup brown sugar
  • 1/2 cup granulated sugar
  • 3 tablespoon(s) granulated sugar, for sprinkling
  • 1/2 cup whole milk
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • 1  (9-inch) store-bought piecrust
  • 1 Tbsp unsalted butter
  • 1 tsp ground cinnamon
  1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. 
  2. For filling: In a medium bowl, combine heavy cream, flour, brown sugar, 1/2 cup granulated sugar, milk, and vanilla.
  3. Fit crust into a 9-inch pie pan and dot bottom with butter. Pour filling into crust. Combine cinnamon and remaining 3 tablespoons sugar and sprinkle on top. Bake pie until set and center is firm to touch, about 1 hour. Cool on a wire rack.