(Christen wrote a post about this book not too long ago--referencing a recent clothing swap.) I love fashion. Surprised? I would be too, if I was my friend or acquaintance. Because my wardrobe doesn't scream fashonista!
I ooo and ah over my stylish friends' clothing while I wear my sale rack finds from Kohl's and Target.
I swipe through recent pins of friends on my iPhone and refuse to repin their selections, though I love them just as much as the spinach, brown rice, and feta pie pin that is baking away at 425 degrees as I type.
And while my nose smells the pie, my mouth drools at the sight of bold colors, simple lines, and classic pieces with an updated twist.
I've only pinned two "My Style" pieces. Like I said, I refuse! I know that I will only sit and drool over the pinned styles. By the time I rationalize reasons to purchase the eye popping outfits, they are no longer trendy. Hence the reason that these are my only two pins for outfits under "My Style."
|This one just makes me smile.|
I've been thinking about style (and my lack of it) a lot recently. See, truth be told, I have a good eye.
I just don't pay the green to be seen in the clothes that show up only in my dreams!
My thoughtful husband got me the Seven book (also something I've been drooling over) just as May was entering the summery scene. June rolls around and I find myself with time to glue my eyes to its pages. Today I sat sun beating on my shoulders, reading chapter two of Seven.
I just soaked up chapter two (and the sun) today! There are words dotted across pages 45-68 that equal (o.k. so they so aren't equivalent---her words are way more awesome than mine) the thoughts I've had flowing through my head.
Let me share with you some of my favorite points she shared.
"I'm going to bed tonight grateful for warmth, an advantage so expected it barely registers. May my privileges continue to drive me downward to my brothers and sisters without. Greater yet, I'm tired of calling the suffering "brothers and sisters" when I'd never allow my biological siblings to suffer likewise. That's just hypocrisy veiled in altruism. I won't defile my blessing by imagining that I deserve them. Until every human receives the dignity I casually enjoy, I pray my heart aches with tension and my belly rumbles for injustice." -Jen Hatmaker, Seven (emphasis added)
If that doesn't make you want to race out and buy the book, maybe this one will.
"With my genuine needs met but so many dollars yet unspent, shopping has become a stronger marker of freedom than voting, and what we spend in the mall matters more than what we're accomplishing together as the church. I am a part of the problem, a contributing member of inequality. Every time I buy another shirt I don't need or a seventh pair of shoes for my daughter, I redirect my powerful dollar to the pockets of consumerism, fueling my own greed and widening the gap. Why? Because I like it. Because those are cute. Because I want that." -Jen Hatmaker, Seven (emphasis added)
Oh, I could go on and on, but then when you do purchase this freakin' awesome book, you won't even have to read chapter two. I'd hate to take away that wonderful experience, so I'm refraining from typing the whole chapter (ha).
I've had a history with clothing. Probably very similar to you and any other girl with a pair of high heels edging near the side of the shelf ready to be thrown on for a night of dancing at your lifelong best friend's wedding.
My college days were filled with closets! Closets full of clothes that I had no reason buying. Clothes that hung with tags, never worn, until I sold them in a garage sale or took it to Goodwill for way less than the chunk of change I paid to purchase it when it was in style.
In more recent years, after my clothes have shown their years of wear through holes and tears, I talked myself into going shopping. Only to exit and ten minutes later return the clothes purchased. I'd told myself how unnecessary my spending was. I still do this. Or better yet, just don't step foot in the store.
(Time for my pie to come out of the oven.)
I'll have to give you the report on how it tastes later.
No, my pitiful excuse for a wardrobe, that consists of faded solid colors didn't birth from a place of good reasons. It has helped me to view things differently.
Maybe this is a bold statement (just like the colors I so adore). I'll say it anyway. I worry sometimes that things become so focused on the latest trends or what others are wearing that we miss the real moments. I think that we sometimes fail to dig deep and go beyond the superficial when we first see the outer layer. Sometimes we stop there. Good or bad. First impressions. And yes, I am at fault here too. And if we hesitate to crack through the lines, lace, and chevron patterns, we may miss a real connection. Depth.
Don't get me wrong or read into this how I didn't mean to write it. Looking good is good. There is nothing wrong with it unless it steps in to fill the space that needs filling with something else or takes prescendence over things that are more lasting. Balance. A balance.
Read again Jen Hatmaker's stance (I agree): "With my genuine needs met but so many dollars yet unspent, shopping has become a stronger marker of freedom than voting, and what we spend in the mall matters more than what we're accomplishing together as the church."
I was so down on my drab racks of clothes that I throw on again and again for social gatherings. I started to compare my worth with the clothes I slipped on each morning. What a lie! This book came at such a good time for me. And God has been really speaking to me recently. Women, we so need to hear God's truth spoken to us, through The Bible, friends, family.
How comforting and reassuring that we have Jesus that looks not at the things man sees on the outside, but he views the heart? (I think I could have expressed all I wanted to write by just writing that verse.)
Is it strange to you that something that seems so superficial as clothes could be such a spiritual driving force?
Is it bad that one of my longest posts is about fashion? Hmmm...