10.31.2010

being a pastor's wife: wk4

{the following is the post originally intended for last sunday... the fourth sunday/installment }

wow... is it really the fourth sunday in october already?? what a crazy month! its flying by! well, for the fourth peek... er... week... of my little mini-series on what it's like to be a pastor's wife, i've chosen to talk about privacy.

this may seem like a strange aspect to bring up... i mean, after all, we're all members of a community, right? we consider the church a family, and for many of us [i include myself here] the people i'm closest to are not necessarily flesh and blood relatives, but spiritual relatives.

so isn't intimacy the objective? why talk about privacy?

consider for a moment with me what a pastor's role is... he is leading people spiritually. often, when we [meaning any of us] lead others spiritually, we use our own experience as a guide or an illustration. this may mean sharing your story of coming to Christ while talking to another person about faith matters, etc. now, as a pastor's wife, much of your home becomes fodder for illustration, simply by virtue of being your husband's day-to-day. my husband [kind and loving that he is] always lets me know when i'm going to come up in a sermon... and something about the context. i appreciate the warning, though i know that not every pastor's wife gets this ahead of time :)



now consider what it's like to have a detail of your day-to-day explained to a congregation of people, and not by you. by virtue of being close to the pastor, the pastor's wife often becomes something of a spectacle to the congregation. and let's be honest, even if the pastor rarely alludes to her or his home in his sermons, she is someone other people see and note.

it's my observation that this often leads the people in the congregation to feel close to the pastor's wife, even though she may not have initiated any kind of close relationship. i tend to feel this way because whenever my husband shares a story about us that includes me in a sermon, people often will come up to me after church and comment on that detail.

here's an example:: my husband loves to share the following from when we were dating... but to understand the context, you should know that my husband was raised to be a southern gentleman. i was raised by a single mother in upstate new york... it's only natural that when he would be sweet and open my car door time and time again, i would feel the need to tease him... sometimes by opening his car door for him, or racing him to my door to open it first... very natural, right?

well, one of the times that we were racing, i got there first, but he had a little trouble slowing down quickly enough, and ended up body-checking me into the rearview mirror. it was hilarious. and he likes to use it as an illustration of forgetting the purpose behind the act [he was so determined to get my door for me that in the act of getting the door, he forgot that the purpose was to be a gentleman.]



one sunday, we were visiting a church plant, and he was preaching and used that illustration. after wards, a sweet older lady came up to me and told me that i should let him get my door for me, that gentlemen are hard to come by, and i should be thankful. she was nice in the way that she said it, but it was clear that she doesn't know me at all. for those who know me... i'm a new york italian girl with a lot of fight and zest... and i love that my husband is a gentleman, but growing up with a close brother, i have this crazy way of showing love by teasing... all of which my husband knows.... and even loves... about me.

this sweet lady knows none of this. in fact, she really doesn't know me at all. she really only knew that i was [apparently] discouraging my husband from being affectionate and gentlemanly to me. can you see how these snippets can be a bit misleading??

the point of sharing the above story [though it's a bit of an extreme example] is to show that sometimes, bits of pastors' wives lives are shared, and that can make any of us feel like we have a sense of who that woman is. in our generation, this also happens via facebook or other electronic means. i know many a pastor's wife who feels like she has to walk on eggshells on fb because what she says often gets misinterpreted. and unlike normal people, she can't only friend the people she's comfortable with, and want to let into her life.



so what does this mean for those of us normal people who sometimes cross paths with our pastors' wives, and sometime [i include myself here] can feel like we know who this woman is??

here are my suggestions... from having been on both sides of the fence.

--don't assume. this can be hard... but the fact of the matter is, we don't really know each other until we take the time to get to know one another. i may hear about what michelle obama is like, but until the day that she invites me over to have coffee and chat about our families, i don't really know her, [even though i'm facebook friends with her... literally].

--remember the social bounds & don't expect unreasonable things from her. think of your pastor's wife as you would any other woman in your church. have you been personally invited to her home? has she shared bits of her life with you herself? if the answer to these questions is no, then you're not her close friend. and as an acquaintance, be careful how you think of her... if you don't know her well, you don't know what motivates her and what passions and pursuits she has. we shouldn't make assumptions when we may not know the context. just remember this as you would with any other person, that's all :)

--give a little extra grace. remember week#2 on burdens? this woman may need a little extra privacy for herself and her family. or she may need a little extra grace. after all, her husband's job is to minister to a large group of people, and her job is to minister to him. try not to judge. try not to be overly curious. just let her be. if she wants to be friends, be friends. [i think this one is the hardest... for me too.]

10.30.2010

covering a couch: part i+9

oy. so it's only been a million years since i started this project :) but here we are!

i *just* finished the last cushion slip, and decided to take a short break to begin this post before i revealed the fantastic finish! [nothing like a little procrastination... aka... rest!]

i undertook this project almost two months ago, thinking it would be a nice side-project. [see my explanation of why in "covering a couch: prologue."] a federal grant proposal and a death in the family later... i'm a little behind. but who can blame me?? :)

part of the reason i undertook this was to see if i could do it. that is how many of my artistic/crafty endeavors begin... much like the martha-inspired pumpkin, or cheap sun-catchers for my porch, i was inspired, and thought "hey, i think i can do that."


i'm here, 52 days later, to say that i have climbed the couch slip-cover mountain, and stabbed the peak with my "yes i can" flag. [insert audience applause here.] call me crazy, but i think you could too :)

things i would have done differently? i would have not begun this project 2 weeks before a major proposal was due. i would also get help... i'm bad at asking for help, and don't know a ton of people who can sew [hey... i'm new in town, so my sphere has a small radius]... but i would find those people, befriend them, and then invite them over for sewing and red wine (in that order).

another thing i would have done differently? i would have overestimated better. i forgot that sewing always has excess... it's not a theoretical endeavor, so i can't just figure the surface area of the couch and go from there... i needed more fabric... a lot more.

the last thing i would have done differently? i would have read the instruction manual for my sewing machine. brilliant, i know.

ok, so i've now got all the slipcovers on... who's ready for a big reveal??? to remind you, here's what the couch looked like initially...

[yes, i have chosen to be real with you and not make my apartment look perfect... lucky you!]

and here is how it looks today...


fantabulous, eh???




it's like a cloud of happiness :) i did choose to leave the hem raw [those of you with a close eye may have noticed!]... the truth is, i like it a little frayed (though i do need to even in out in a few spots... and it may mean that i need to trim it each time i wash it), but it leaves me the option to change it up a little later if i want, with a ruffly skirt... or a nice pleat :)

a few small changes (aside from the couch) to note... the ribbons on the fan are new, to coordinate with the freshly covered couch :) i also wove the same ribbon through the fan chain/cord, to calm down the brassy color. and i also covered one of my toss pillows with a fun print (and the fresh green will feature more heavily soon). you can see my quick pillow slip cover here.

to see the whole [and some times painful] experience, check out the mini-series...

--covering a couch: a prologue
--covering a couch: part i
--covering a couch: part i+1
--covering a couch: part i+2
--covering a couch: part i+3
--covering a couch: part i+4
--covering a couch: part i+5
--covering a couch: part i+6
--covering a couch: part i+7
--covering a couch: part i+8

i'm linking to the slipcover party @ pink and polka dot... since this was my inspiration and guide :) thanks, kristi! :)

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10.29.2010

deodorant & shoes.

i've been reading the 31 days series. [ok, i admit it... some i've glossed over... and i'm like 20 days behind on 31 days to a better photo... mostly b/c i'm actually trying to do everything she recommends.]

the nester invited us to blog about a change we've made to our home to make it less messy. i'm going to let you in on a little secret... my husband has smelly feet... and when he wears flip-flops, he sprays them with his deodorant. i don't mind this... it makes him smell nice, from his toes to his underarms... what i don't love is that he leaves the deodorant next to the door. and since we live in arizona, and he wears flip-flops regularly, he leaves the deodorant out. regularly.
i know this is going to come as a shocker, but a can of aerosol deodorant is not part of the look i'm going for. i just haven't seen it in any design blogs... and surprisingly, martha hasn't featured it in any recent tablescapes.

ok, so here's our shoe cubbies (milk crates i spray painted red a few years ago, turned on their side), with the mail holder thingy and the can o' deodorant.





i decided to follow the nester's advise... here's my synthesis of a few days of her 31-day series...

--day #10: find a simple solution

--day #9: create a man station

--day #25: don't put stuff where it belongs

i was tired of putting the deodorant back in the bathroom, and tired of trying to find kind and gentle [as opposed to rude and nagging] ways of "asking" my husband to put it back and/or remember to put it back next time. so i decided to find a simple solution that worked for both of us, and let the deodorant live by the door, in an easy-to-reach place.


i commissioned a well-loved cigar box. [note that the color goes oh-so-well with my fresh green :) eeek!] i had to empty it out and find a home for its contents... but once that was done, i found it a home on top of the shoe cubby... and raised up the mail holder, so that it wasn't just clutter a'top the shoes. [the shoes provide enough clutter as it is...]


and i wasn't in love with the location of the mail holder... so i moved it to the wall...

i don't know that this qualifies, per se', as a man station... but maybe it can also become a place for him to put his keys, etc, that end up scattered?? we'll see... :)

[ps... did you know that you can friend me on facebook??? there's a link on the right side of the page :) also... there's only a few days left in the poll... pop on over and vote if you haven't yet!! :) ]

10.28.2010

comparisons.

i know i owe you a pastor's wife post. and i'm like 4 days late with it... i've got a draft, but i just want to make sure it works... and it's just not there yet.

plus, the last few days have been a bit crazy... and that is what's on my heart and mind so i think i'm just going to share it with you, ok? [like you really have a choice here.]

have you ever heard of the "well-ordered principle"? unless you decided to torture yourself with a little number theory, you wouldn't have heard of this before. i never did until new york state required that i get graduate credits in math to be a high school teacher. [and then i moved out of state--go figure.]

anyway, the WOP [seriously, that's how mathematicians refer to it] basically says that we can compare, or order, elements of a set, and once we're able to do this, we can figure lots of other things out. [i know, i know, waaaay too much math... don't worry, i barely get it.]


all this to say, the FOUNDATION of number theory (and, dare i say it... math) is the ability to compare.

can i share a secret with you? i compare myself to other people. a lot. i know, i know, i'm not supposed to do that... i'm supposed to compare me to me, and realize that we're all on different paths... blah blah blah.

here's the thing... comparison is not only the basis of mathematics, it's the basis of society. everything that is culturally defined is because we compare ourselves to others in our culture to determine whether this is ok or not. in my culture, the word "bloody" means "dripping with blood." we get the definition by comparing the word with the common usage in american english. we would get a different definition if we used a different culture... say, british english, for example.

i can't help but compare. it's not that i think i'm any less a person, or any more of a person... i just use the comparisons to check in... to get a quick read.

it's hard to not compare within a particular group... especially when you all finished high school around the same time... then all finished college around the same time... then got married within a few years of each other... and now... they're all having kids. some of them also have lovely homes. and we're still waiting to have kids, and in an apartment that resembles my first apartment a little too much.
it's hard. i know i sound like a whiner here. i don't know how to express this other than to say i feel like i'm being left behind.

i know that having kids changes everything. no more dinner parties until 1a. even the conversations change... and it's not that i mind talking about kids [i actually LOVE kids... and i LOVE all of my friends' kids, and LOVE hearing about the awesome and crazy things they do] the difference is that i can't contribute to the conversation. i'm, quite literally, at a loss. the closest i can come to contributing is to offer a weak comparison to my little brother, who i've watched grow into his tween years.

it was so nice to be home, to be back east with the people i've known, and who know me. but it was really hard. many of them have everything i want out of life... and i'm still waiting.

it's really hard to watch a dream come and go. my dream was to have a family and be done having my kids by 30. and i'm starting to do the math, and wonder if i'll even get to start by 30. [and i know you all mean well, but please please please don't say "oh, you have time, it's ok..." no offense, but it's just not helpful.]

can i just tell you that i love my husband more than anything in this earthly life. i would follow him anywhere... to a crazy tribal life, if that's what we had to do. i mean it. i would trade gap and talbots for sheepskin and bone. he is the best earthly thing to happen to me, and i honestly cannot put into word how in awe of him i am. he makes my life so wonderful and full and all i want to do is spend every waking minute talking to him, and every sleeping minute next to him. i really think that God spoiled us by putting us together. i know that all marriages are work... but seriously, being married to him is like a dream job. i'm happy to work overtime, you know what i'm sayin'???

the irony is that it's his calling that has taken away my dream of being a young mom, and continuing this community of friends as they embark on this next stage of crazy sleepless nights and spit-up and cute little socks. and so he ends up being the shoulder i cry on when i get back to arizona, and i'm so heartbroken that i can't be in new york, and i don't know when we'll be able to have kids. poor guy. i wish i was stronger. i wish i could be content to say "oh well, that's just a different path..." instead, i'm sitting at my desk at work, with tears dripping down my face, and a runny nose, pouring my heart out into the keyboard.
so that's it. that's why there aren't any pastor's wife posts this week, or cute new projects since i've been back from new york. to be quite honest, i'm mourning the loss of a dream [yet again]. and it sucks.

10.27.2010

pumpkin carving.

when i flew back to new york, i picked up the current copy of martha stewart living in one of the airports. the pumpkins on the cover just spoke to me.


i read the article and went to the website for the stencil, and decided that this was definitely something i wanted to try. it wasn’t hard to get my 11 yr old brother [there’s a big age gap between us] to carve pumpkins with me :)



i went to michael’s and got the cheap-o carving kit i buy [& break] every year, and got a bigger saw too.


my little pumpkin carving tip is that i always make a weird point to my pumpkin top, so that i can always tell [very easily] how to put the top on so that it fits well.


i decided to not use the stencil, but just draw my own gingko vine from martha’s photo. i traced a wandering vine (no leaves) first, and went to town trying to figure out how to just scrape away the skin, and make it look pretty.

this was my first attempt, with the scraper edge of one of the saws.


it wasn’t as precise as i wanted. it would’ve been ok… but not for someone who is woody-allen-grade neurotic like me.

i then raided my parents’ house (the scene of the pumpkin carving), looking for something more suitable. i landed on a vegetable peeler with a pointy end.


that worked ok… and i got the vine part done with it, but i had to put my hands on the blade part to get the control i needed. it wasn’t very safe, and so my mom’s friend, nancy, went and got me her wood carving tools [she is so nice like that].




with the wood working tools, my berries and ginkgo leaves looked much more like martha’s!


and here it is illuminated, alongside my brother’s! [forgive my amateur photography here… i’m still learning my low-light settings]





i'm pretty happy with the outcome! :)



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10.24.2010

cold weather = christmas.

being in new york has made me long and pine for the holidays. with icons like rockefeller center, can you blame a girl??


is it too soon?? will you hate me for bringing it up???

please don't hate me, but i'm not the biggest fan of halloween, [there, i said it], so i'm ready for this week to pass and the blogosphere to start pulling out its holiday themes and linking parties :) can you blame me for getting a little giddy about all the sharing of ideas???

in other news... check out this awesome tutorial...

maybe i can add it to my list of to-do projects??