Wednesday, April 29, 2009

I am not a shopper. I shop out of necessity, not as a hobby. I also like to stretch funds as far as I can. Every once in a while I'll shop for fun or because I'm "in the mood."

Last week I was in the mood to find a skirt, so I went to Old Navy.

Unfortunately, they didn't have any skirts that worked for me, however, I did find a V-neck sweater that called out my name.

Really, I think it talked.

Then I picked it up, and it was so soft and lightweight.... it couldn't possibly fit, I thought.

But it did.

I bought 3.... 3 for under $30.

Plum blush, khaki, and classic black.

They are so comfortable, they feel like a second skin.

Now I have to go and find a way to accessorize them so it doesn't look like I'm wearing the same thing every day, because I think I will be wearing them every day! In fact, I'm wearing one right now.

Am I going overboard, or has anyone else done this??

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Ode to Audrey: Part 4

Breakfast at Tiffanys

In effort to be crowned the queen of Audrey Hepburn film reviews, here is my fourth, and most likely final installment. No collection of Audrey classics would be complete without the quintessential Breakfast at Tiffanys.

In all seriousness, Breakfast at Tiffany’s has grown on me, and more accurately, with me, over the years. Years ago, when I first watched it, I could easily point out each character’s flaws and probably voiced pat answers and solutions for each of their problems… if only in my head. These days, the judgment has waned and given way to empathy. I finally understand “Moon River”… at least I think I do. Only time will tell.

Peering into Holly Golightly and Paul Varjak’s lives, I see two people who desperately wish to be loved, to belong, and to do something meaningful in their respective lives. Somewhere along the way, however, they each bought the lie that they would only fulfill their dreams through supreme independence. Not willing to be owned or loved by anyone or anything, they pushed down past hurts and refused to let anyone in. And in their quest for autonomy, they ironically sold their souls to the highest bidder in exchange for temporal luxuries. Luxuries which ultimately fail to satisfy and sustain the empty, yet hungry, recesses of the heart.

A contemporary of Audrey’s used to sing “I Did it My Way,” a sentiment which has given way to the “Me” generation I grew up in. The last few lines of the song say, “To say the things he truly feels; And not the words of one who kneels. The record shows I took the blows - And did it my way!” I am relieved that Holly and Paul realized that doing it “their way” was empty, and that when they humbled themselves to love and belong to one another, they were truly rich and complete.

As a follower of Christ, I can attest to the amazing truths I have witnessed in His upside-down kingdom. When I let go, I gain. When I die to myself, I truly live. When I chain myself to Him, it is then that I am truly set free. My life is given meaning and I can love because He loves me and gave His life to cover my sins. I no longer have to run around like Holly wondering who I really am…I belong to Him. I‘ll cry tears of joy over that truth anytime…

even in an alley, during a storm, somewhere in New York.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Ode to Audrey: Part 3

Funny Face

Are you ready to “Think Pink?” The best way I can describe Funny Face is Cinderella meets The Devil Wears Prada, accompanied by a classic Gershwin score. It’s all about fashion, photography, love and Paris. I’m really not very hip on fashion… I wouldn’t know haute couture from a pair of hot pants. Maybe they’re the same thing. In any case, the week I got this movie in the mail, I went to Disneyland with my husband to celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary. I took a good long look at the fashion statements represented that day and they were beyond dismal. There were a couple of standouts in a sea of ratty jeans, faded sweatshirts, and stringy hair. I don’t say that to be mean, I’m just making an observation about the norm, I suppose.

I got to thinking about Funny Face in light of current fashion statements and got to wondering about creativity and beauty. Maybe I started thinking pink with visions of taffeta or maybe I was fixed on the uncommon beauty of Audrey. But I started considering that in all our efforts to “keep it real” these days, I wonder if we’re keeping it boring. Are we making a habit of celebrating mediocrity and making bedfellows with uniformity? What if we truly surrendered ourselves to reflecting an amazingly beautiful God? Would our hearts and lives be renewed and transformed. Would we become expressive, creative, and unique vessels used for His holy purposes? I may not have a Givenchy wedding gown, but I want my life to radiate and reflect the miracle that I am a new creation because I’ve been redeemed by the groom who loves my Funny Face. And floating down a river in the French countryside would be pretty great, too.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Ode to Audrey: Part 2

Roman Holiday

A few years back, a friend made a wise observation that has since stuck with me. He alluded to the fact that we often have the foolish desire to want to step into someone else’s shoes, but we don’t necessarily want all the wardrobe that accompanies the said shoes. In essence, one part of someone’s life may seem picture perfect, glamorous, or in some regard better than our own, but there are inevitably difficulties in everyone’s life… at least on this side of heaven.

Roman Holiday, a Paramount movie classic from 1953, provides a charming exploration of the idea that the “grass is always greener” in someone else’s yard. Audrey Hepburn, in her Oscar winning performance as Princess Ann, escapes her royal entanglements and takes a Roman holiday as a “commoner.” She meets an American journalist (Gregory Peck) and his photographer (Eddie Albert), and the trio have one mishap and adventure after another.

Amidst the sparkling dialogue and comedic scooter jaunts, some notable themes emerge. One theme that resonated with me was that of responsibility. Our modern society often seems to promote the shifting of responsibility… we often want someone else to take on a role, or we will place blame on those who we perceive to have failed at a role that should have been our own. Roman Holiday subtly poses the idea that perhaps we have been fashioned for a particular role and have the responsibility to be ethical and sacrificial in fulfilling it. I think of the passages of Scripture which reveal us as different parts of a common body, each fulfilling his/her own role for the common good, and more importantly for the glory of the head, which is Christ.

And on a regular basis, we too, need to step out of our own shoes and take a “Holiday” to see with renewed vision who we were fashioned to be .

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Ode to Audrey: Part 1

I've been thinking a lot about a lot of different things lately. Maybe too much. Then I sit down to write a post, but nothing really comes out right. I'm a processor, and I think I'm still processing some of these thoughts.

In the meantime, until I'm done processing, I thought I'd share my Audrey Hepburn movie review series. Remember back when I did the happy dance? I'm a little nervous to share these, but hopefully one of the four will resonate with you.


One of the shining gems of the silver screen is 1954’s Sabrina. Fresh from winning an Academy Award for Best Actress in Roman Holiday, Audrey Hepburn portrays a chauffeur’s daughter, Sabrina Fairchild, who is hopelessly in love with a high society playboy. William Holden and Humphrey Bogart rounded out the marquee in this charming romantic comedy with a smart, witty script.

Sabrina will probably always reside in my short list of favorite films. It’s a classic Cinderella story with a twist. Sabrina is a plain, unnoticeable girl who longs to be admired and invited to dance. She dreams about experiencing the life she only views from her perch in a tree. What we learn in this tale, however, is that Prince Charming isn’t necessarily the road to happily ever after. Often, love is a journey which reveals our true heart along the way. Love might not be what ignites our passion in a worldly sense, but rather what quietly and surprisingly meets our needs and complements our personality in a subtle, comfortable blending of two lives. Sometimes love is found where we’d least expect it...

if we would only take off our rose colored glasses a moment to see
that it’s really right in front of our eyes.

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