Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
There WILL be child care from 3-5:30 pm!!
Little Dresses for Africa service project.
Changing lives one little dress at a time.
Friday, September 25th
3 pm – Finish
9821 Old Placerville Rd
Sacramento CA, 95827
Over 135 pillowcases & fabrics have been collected. Please come
to help assemble & sew them into dresses for African orphanages.
See the original post here.
Items to bring along: thread, scissors, elastic, rotary cutter & mat,
iron/board, pins, sewing machine, serger, YOURSELF!
(Be sure to label all items with your name.)
Any extras like Ric Rac, lace or ribbon can add nice touches.
If you're a thrift store shopper, there's always some ric rac for .50 cents or so.
All & none talent is needed. From cutting & sewing to ironing &
sizing. No sewing skills are necessary. Only the desire to do good.
Come for as little as 10 minutes.
Children old enough to help are welcome.
If you would like to do these at home, let me know!
I can drop off some supplies & show you how to do them.
Even if it's only the prep work!
I do need some one to be my second in command.
You just need to be able to boss people
around & be there for the most part.
Feel free to call or email with questions.
Jennifer Hasleton 747-5110
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Painful origins of the bath aside, I really enjoyed the soak and lived it up with a bit of Epsom salt poured in. It’d been quite a day, quite a week, quite a month, quite a year. So much has happened. So much of it good. So much of it just-what-happens-to-people-when-they’re-alive. But I digress (and when don’t I), to concentrate on today, when I stepped out of the bath and looked in the mirror I was shocked. Who was that mess of a woman and how come she was taking up my reflection?
Then I remembered, oh yes, that’s me. That’s what I look like now. Not that I was expecting to see twenty-something Lisa: effortlessly size six, naturally long blond hair, and blue eyes unhidden by glasses (which I believe is the legal definition of pretty—wish I’d appreciated it more then), but neither did I expect the wreck of a human that wearily chuckled and sighed back at me.
My lovely bruise, glowing purple and red above my knee, was nothing compared to the lines of stretch marks that shone on my legs and torso in rippling waves. Sadly, there is plenty of flesh for those marks to illuminate.
Nor could my bruise compete with that strange crater that my poor belly button has become. My pitiable navel has been living the life of fugitive for the last ten years. It keeps going into hiding, lost at the end of a massive growth, only to resurface, wider and worse for the wear, 9 months later.
And perhaps it is the 45 months of pregnancy that is responsible for my stature, but I just didn’t seem to be as tall as I once was. Is that possible? Or maybe it was just my posture, perhaps I was stooped from the pain and annoyance of that monthly visitor I am entertaining. Which then indicates that I’m no longer nursing and therefore the one-two? things I didn’t mind looking large now just hung there.
And to top it all off, my eye make up, which I hadn’t removed yet, was smudged from the crying I done earlier at a funeral for David’s mentor who was taken too soon by a -hard, early life in the Chinese coal mines and nicotine. Altogether, I looked something like a large, wet raccoon drug in by the dogs.
“Oh yikes,” was all I could think. “Oh yikes, what happened to you Lisa? Who did this? And why?” It was a very depressing moment for me and my reflection, standing there facing the naked truth. Then grace, sweet grace, came and I recalled, through no effort of my own (after all, all my efforts were engaged in suppressing laughter and tears at that lady in the mirror) the Parable of the Talents.
Suddenly I understood that my body was exactly what I wanted it to be, perhaps minus the bruise. And to answer my questions: Life happened. I did this to me. And because I want to live that life to it’s fullest and for the purpose that it was given.
As that long ago twenty-something I thought that the talents in the parable meant abilities like playing the piano, manipulating a soccer ball, or even befriending people. It never struck me to take it farther to the most obvious gift that our Heavenly Father has bestowed. So, with renewed vigor I take on the challenges of this life. I will not bury my body in the gym or hide it in the kitchen. I will strengthen it, feed it right, use it to bless others, and keep it until it is completely worn out and ready to hear the words “well done thou good and faithful servant.”