Sunday, November 29, 2009

Gotta Love the 80*s

While visiting my family for Thanksgiving I got a chance to visit my favorite thrift store - which just happened to be having a sale on everything in honor of Black Friday. They had %50 off everything! Needless to say I was happy, and walked out with quite a lot of stuff.

I was able to wear one of the pieces yesterday, but since I was traveling most of the day and didn't have my camera with me I wasn't able to take pictures. Today, however I found my camera and stumbled on a way to get decent looking photos while still keeping some privacy. I am very happy now.

(Sorry for such a bad picture - I didn't find my camera until late and I didn't have much time to get a good one.)

Jacket - Thrifted
Belt - Thrifted
Jeans - Kohls
Boots - Thrifted

Above is the outfit I wore today - yes, the jacket is very 1980's, but I don't mind that much. I like it - shoulder pads and all.

On another note: those of you who got comments from me under a different name this week end, that is because I am going through some stuff trying to decide what to do about my blogs. What I might end up doing is taking my online name off this blog and putting my real name up and then just making this my main blog instead of just my fashion blog. I want to blog about writing as well as fashion, but I think it is my favorite blog and I'd rather keep it than start a whole new blog. Plus I love all my readers on this blog. You girls are the best. <3

~ Caitie

The Five Love Languages

With being a "wedding novelist" it's no wonder that I often find myself thinking about love lately - not to mention the fact that my uncle getting married this past week end.

The question that comes up most often is how can one show love?

One of my friends was mentioning the five love languages a few weeks ago, which got me thinking about that. For those of you who don't know the five love languages are as follows:

Words of affirmation,
Quality time,
Receiving gifts,
Acts of service,
and Physical touch.

She said that she thinks that can sometimes cause problems - people show love in different ways, and their loved ones don't always have the same love language, so they don't always feel loved (if that makes sense).

This would make sense, I thought, and when my friend said that her love language was quality time I instantly saw a flashback of all the times I had texted her while watching TV and not really been in the conversation. I hadn't meant to be rude or insensitive - my love language is words of affirmation, and was constantly making sure to tell my friend how much I appreciated and loved her. However, when I found out her love language I started making a conscious effort to give her my full attention when we talked, and to spend lots of time with her. I wanted to make sure she realized how much I love her.

This past week she got to come for a visit, and we watched part of The Lord of the Rings almost every night. This is my friends favorite movie, and so I wanted watched it with her even though it isn't my favorite movie in the world.

Well she went back home last night, and when we were texting today our movie choices while she was here came up. I told her that I hadn't minded not watching Persuasion because she was the guest and because I knew how much it meant to her - I also mentioned that I had been trying to show her I loved her through her love language. Well, she really liked that, and told me that she had noticed that I had been more "always there when she needed someone," and that totally made my day (see, I'm easilly satisfied!).

I'm not sure exactly why I started posting about this - I just felt the need to talk about it - but now that I'm finishing up I do see a point behind this story. We could all use to think about our loved ones love languages and what they'll like a little more - a way to show them we love them by doing what they'll really apriciate.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Thank-a-Thon Blog Contest Entry

Sorry for the long absence, since deciding not to post anymore pictures I've been rather in the dumps. I need to get a dress makers form so I can photograph it and post the pictures. But, until that happens, hopefully I can entertain you with my entry for the Mod-Cloth Thank-a-Thon Blog Contest:

I've heard people ask, 'how close can you be with someone you met online?' The answer: very close.
'I think it is so nice that you blog together! I always wnated a best friend like that, one I could do about everything with. Perhaps you can stop by and see my blog. I am reading through yours so I can get to know you better, that is why I may commit more then once.
For now I bid thee both adieu, Maiden Capitola'
For as long as I can remember I have wanted an older sister; but on November 13, 2007, when I clicked on the profile of the above commenter, and found out that she was 20 years old, I never would have guessed that she would be my SOS - my sweet older sister.

I was thirteen then, and very immature. The idea of being friends with anybody more than three years difference in age was utterly and completely beyond my realm of thought. What in the world can I have in common with a 20 year old? I wondered. Now, almost two years later exactly - I'm still wondering that.

Heather - for that is her real name - and I are almost total opposites. I'm tall; she's short. I love fashion and make up; she doesn't. She loves snow September though May; I'm wishing it would melt by early January. She thinks anything above %20 is humid; I don't even notice it until it gets above %80! She loves adventure books; I love sweet romances.
And yet, for all our differences, we get along splendidly, and the majority of all our quarrels are only in jest.

She's not the older sister I thought I wanted; I always imagined my older sister (if I had one) to love fashion. I would borrow her clothes, and she would do my hair and make up for me. Heather lives three states away, so there's no borrowing of clothes, and she hates make-up, so I have to practically force her to let me put it on her - but I know that if I had the older sister I always imagined I wouldn't love her half as well as I love Heather, and we probably wouldn't get along half as well.

So this Tuesday before Thanksgiving I am going to run up to Heather the minute I see her at the train station, throw my arms around her, and give her a big hug - just like I did the last time I saw her. We're going to run around and be crazy together again, and at the end of the day we're going to snuggle up on the couch to watch movies together instead of texting like we usually do before bed. And on Thanksgiving day I'm going to thank God for sending Heather my way - just like I do everyday.