BEIGE ROSES

So I was reading about "Provident Living." I know! Snore. But I thought I should read it, because that's what good and wise homemakers do, in order that we might prove our good and wise ways to others, thereby making them feel inferior to us and our righteous hardship/provident living lifestyle. Duh.

So I'm just gonna say it...could these people be any more beige? I submit not. And as I read their stories and threw up in my mouth, I could see them in my minds eye. These peeps are sooooo unattractive, folks, you have no idea. Besides the fact that they babble about eating peanut butter and jelly regularly, still using beat up old college furniture and avocado green appliances without handles, as well as only shopping thrift stores for necessities, I imagine they also have sister wife hairstyles, round toed vinyl shoes with chewed up heels and newspaper dresses...but that's just my mind's eye. It sees what it wants to see, friends. I can't change that.

Anyway, I couldn't help but think that this is not quite what Heavenly Father had in mind when he created us. I do believe the scripture goes something like, "Men are that they might have joy..." Not camel-toe in high waisted acid washed thrift store jeans. And just why is provident living synonymous to sacrifice and deprivation rather than creating and flourishing?

If you tell me to bake a loaf of bread because it's sinful to buy Wonderbread, well, you just ruined everything. I. Want. Wonderbread. Dammit.

But if you show me a gorgeous, golden brown loaf of homemade bread, steaming right out of the oven with a fresh bowl of whipped honey butter ready to spread...AHHHHH, HEAVEN ON EARTH, PEOPLE! BRING ME MY APRON!

If you tell me to make my children's clothes out of necessity, and that it's wrong to buy brand new anything, well, joy sucking just occurred.

But if you show me an heirloom blessing dress with tatting and pink embroidered rosebuds on the white cotton smocked bodice?...OH. MY. TARNATION! WHERE IS THE NEEDLE AND THREAD?

Tell me to decorate my house from items purchased at the D.I. because it's cheap? Yeah, well, you're dead to me.

But if you show me how I can make something FAN-FREAKIN-TASTIC using a hot glue gun, a can of spray paint and somebody's old used up something or other...well, that there is a WHOLE~NOTHER~BALLGAME! I BECOME A DOMESTIC GODDESS, hand in hand with my Heavenly Father who gave me a soul full of creative juices meant to be used up...not dried out.

Anyway, my point is this...Women are that they might have joy. And some of our best joy is brought to us courtesy of our Divine Nature~meaning we create, we nourish, we evolve, we progress.

And did you know that Provident actually means "preparing for the future?" Mm hmm. It does. There is nothing in there about stripping the color and wonder from our homes or lives, in order that we might be considered more righteous. Far as I can tell, if I want my future to BLOSSOM AS A ROSE, I've got some providenting to do!

NOW BRING ME MY SPADE AND GARDEN GLOVES! I'VE GOT TO GET TO WORK!

(And in my garden, there is no such thing as a beige rose. Just sayin'.)