Thursday, March 3, 2011

Items Too Important to be Labeled "Miscellany"

First of all, can I just tell you how much I loved reading about your oranges in bed? There's certainly something to be said for getting fun comments, but peeking into meaningful, personal slices of your life brings it to a whole new dimension. You guys fill me up, all the livelong day.

So. My pal Lindsay worked her tail off last night to bring you easy-peasy, step-by-step instructions for the Africa Dresses. You'll find them right here.

And that brings me to something else I love about allay'all: your hearts.

So many of you asked how to get involved, how to sew up a pillow frock, how to host your own party, where to send the loot. This is what makes the world go round. It's not fancy kitchens or Louis Vuitton bags or even a pretty meal, come dinnertime. It's a heart cast from paper mache, painted up with every color in the swatchbook, the hurts and heartbreaks of others Mod-Podged straight onto its surface. I've never lived better than when my heart began to break for the boy walking down the street alone, or the man living in a tent on the riverbank. I've never understood joy more clearly than when I started to pluck up pain from beyond my own circle and staple it right next to my own. And I have a feeling you understand exactly what I'm talking about.

Also, this project is actually called "Dresses for Africa", but I have a feeling Ruby will be sporting one come June and I was ear-to-ear when I saw these beauties, with their twinkly eyes and shy smiles and yardages of bed linen. While you're looking at the lovelies, take a few extra minutes and read the words. Homegirl shuts it DOWN with this post (in the best possible way). It's a must-read for anyone who's ever considered adoption or believed that we really are commanded to care for orphans.

Finally, I bring you this.

My friend Emily is so many things that I struggle to list them here, in this moment. I have been fond of her from afar for years and only recently had the privilege of meeting her in person. In that fleeting moment, she offered unabashed encouragement and insight. She made me tear up and cried right along with me. She has a way of pouring truth stirred up with love, just when your glass is found empty. She is the real deal, and Sister Friend can write.

Watching her talk about being a Good Girl was sort of like looking into a mirror. (We even have the same eyes - but that's not really the point.) Click here, and I imagine you'll see yourself in there right along with us.

You can pre-order her book here.

Happy Thursday, Loves! I am currently sporting a Home Depot apron, courtesy of Silas. I spent the morning purging and Cory's hideous Bush Administration mock-turtleneck was the first to hit the chopping block. Freeeeeeeedommmmmm!

And the icing on the orange? I'm having dinner with Sarah tonight - at Mazatlan. Woot!