I love me some clothes and I've often smiled at the Lord's providence that he would put me in a ministry where my taste in fashion has absolutely no relevancy.
These kids' think my clothes are plain because they don't have glitter or sparkles and I'm not really into "Forces", or "Jordan's" which would be just about the only items that could make this ol' lady fashionable in the hood.
I also laugh that our budget and the fact that we have six children doesn't really allow me to actually purchase 99% of the stuff I see in magazines. Therefore, 99% of the stuff I own is from Target. Clothes, dog food, bacon. It's all good.
Out of the blue the other day, a sweet friend with a sweet closet gave me a fabulous dress. It's by a designer who's stationary is expensive, let alone her clothes, and I could no more afford to buy it even if I sold one of my children which I wouldn't do because I like they way the top of their heads smell and they like to 'fnuggle.
I also apparently like run-on sentences.
So, feelin' pretty sassy and stylish, I wore my super-cute, new, designer dress to a baby shower the other day. The first comment I got was from the mom-to-be...
"Hey! I have that dress, too, only it's maternity! We need to take a picture! Target, right?"
Oh, Lord, thank you for faithfully continuing to humble me in every aspect of my life. And for Target with their pretty convincing knock-offs.