Wednesday, March 30, 2011

I DID IT! I DID IT! I GOT PHOTOS TO UPLOAD! (Doin' the happy blogger dance)

Well, it's not much, but here are some photos I took with my new camera.

Here are some daffodils that are growin' wild in my yard. I keep hopin' that some naked ladies will come up this year, they are really pretty.


Here is some of the poke sallet I gather each spring through summer. I'll do a post on how I prepare it.



Isn't this pretty? It's me about 5 days after I slammed my head into that iron cross bar at rodeo practice. I look much better now, in fact my profile photo was only two days later than this, and unless you enlarge it, you can't tell I've got a bad case of 'funky face'. Thank heavens my nose shrank back to normal!


Here is my Beloved, practicing calf ropin' with his new lariat--I think he's improvin'!


He's a little tangled up here. Look at him, ladies, you can tell it's not his brains that interest me!


Here is my handsome son, Obie. He's pettin' Punky, keepin' her out of my hair while I learn how to take photos with digital. See the AB LOUNGER in the background? Someone threw it out at the apartments in town, and I now use it for a lounge chair outside. It's real comfy to sunbathe in! The Chair Obie's sittin' in is really heavy wood, handmade. I got it and another like it from a friend when I helped her with her movin' sale. The wood behind him is for the smoker we cook in durin' the summer. We love the smell of hickory wood, but wow it makes you huungry!


This is a much older photo, a friend took it a couple of years ago. I wanted ya'll to see the difference losin' 60 pounds can make! Well, that and a good haircut and color!

Okay, that's the end of our tour for today, folks! At least ya'll got a small look at my life here in the mountains. I'm so excited at the ideas I have for future posts. If ya'll have any ideas you would like to see me post about, please let me know.

Well, I got chores. Later, ya'll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett


Having Trouble Uploadin' Photos, & I Review MANSFIELD PARK

March 30, 2011

Well, now I am just bumfuzzled. I have been tryin' to upload photos from my laptop, and I keep gettin' this message sayin' security error or somthin'. Any idea what's goin' on? I'll keep workin' on the problem, but in the meantime....

I need to give you a bit of back ground on myself. You see, ever since I was 4 years old, I have been able to read at a freakishly fast rate. I could read all my textbooks in the first week, then get into trouble the rest of the year, since I was bored out of my skull. I was once forced to take a speed readin' course in junior high, and it SLOWED ME DOWN. I can read a complete book in a day. I say this not to impress you, but to make the point. I took over two weeks to read Jane Austen's MANSFIELD PARK. Why would this be? It's only a 405 page novel. It's well written. I understand the language and phraseology of the time period. So why would a die hard speed readin' fiend take so long to read a classic author's work? I can sum up the problem in one word--

ANNOYANCE.

I would begin to read the book, and within a few pages, I would start to fume and rant about these, these---CHARACTERS. I would get so flustered at them I would just have to put the book down and walk away. After I did complete the book, I learned that it is Austen's least popular novel. I can understand why.

I'll just say it--these people are a waste of space.

There is not one person in this book to respect, admire, or even just simply like for their personality traits. They don't DO ANYTHING. They sit around and blather aimlessly about nonsense. And dysfunctional? Please! Dr. Phil would run screamin' from the room with this group.

By the time I was done readin', I wanted to send Sir Thomas back to his overseas business. His wife, who sits about in a daze all day, constantly saying how she cannot cope without Fanny (I'll get to HER in a bit--trust me), I am convinced is nippin' from a bottle of 98 proof patent medicine, probably sold to cure 'feminine nervous complaints'. I bet she hides it in her reticule, cause this dame is loopy by tea time.

I wanted to poison Mrs. Norris' watercress and cucumber sandwiches, report the Prices to child welfare, tell Edmund to man up, and send Tom to Gambler's Anonymous. Mr. Rushworth needs to lock Maria in the attic.

As for the Crawfords, Mary and her brother Henry? I would have sent those two social climbin' vultures packin' after the first time they showed up. I actually want to snatch Mary bald, she maddens me so.

Maddens me so? Good grief, I have slipped into the vernacular of the time!

Now, we come to the *ahem* 'heroine' of the piece, Miss Fanny Price herself.

Fanny, Fanny, Fanny.....

I want to grab her by the shoulders, shake her until her teeth rattle in her head, while shrieking in her face,

"FOR PITY'S SAKE, YOU SNIVELING LITTLE NINNY--GROW A BACK BONE!"

Well, now that I have alienated everyone of you who adores jane Austen, let me give you the good news...

I happened upon two DVDs in the Hartshorne Library. PRIDE AND PERJUDICE, and SENSE AND SENSIBILITY. After finishing MANFIELD PARK, I had pretty much decided to forego any more contact with Miss Austen. However, I felt that I at least owed her a peep at the film versions of her work.

I am so glad I watched them.

SENSE AND SENSIBILITY, starring Emma Thompson and Hugh Grant, was charming, and Alan Rickman as Colonel Brandon was wonderful. The characters are not perfect. However, each one has a trait that can be admired, or at least smiled about behind one's hand. There are misunderstandings of course, but they are ones that you could see actually happening in real life. There are is a cad, but he receives his comeuppance. The real romances actually develop from true regard, not just "I saw her/him, and I knew at once I was destined to be with them." Emma Thompson wrote the screenplay, and if you get a chance, check the DVD feature that shows her GOLDEN GLOBES acceptance speech, written in the style of Jane Austen. It is delightful.

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE, with Keira Knightley, Donald Sutherland, and Dame Judi Dench, was also great. I understood the plot completely, and again the characters, while flawed, had traits to enjoy. Except for Her Ladyship, played by Judi Dench. She was so unpleasant that when she showed up the second time--all I could think of was, "what does that old bat want now?".

Thanks to these two films, I will be reading the original books. I am also looking forward to reading Austen's gothic novel, NORTHANGER ABBEY.

Now that I got that off my chest, I feel much better.

Well, I got chores. Later ya'll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett
 
 
 

Monday, March 28, 2011

My Laptop is Fixed, I Have My New Camera, and I Try To Break My Nose

March 28, 2011

Yay! My computer is out of the hospital, and it is clean of any nasty viruses. I wanna thank Clarke and Jim at the McAlester STAPLES for savin' my data and cleanin' up my laptop so it's runnin' nice and fast again. Clarke also helped me to pick out my new digital camera--yes, I finally have my camera, and it is great. I have been learnin' how to use it, and it is so easy. I used to do photography years ago, and i didn't realize how much I missed mentally settin' up shots, framin' my subject, and oh--how I miss my darkroom....(sigh). I used to spend many a happy hour with my enlarger and all the trays of developer, fixer, etc. I worked in mostly black and white, since I love playin' with the contrast of shadow and light. Maybe I can find a program that lets me do some black and white. We'll see.

Now, one of the other reasons I haven't posted for over a week is that the Sunday after I put my laptop into intensive care, I tried to give myself a concussion.

We were at the rodeo grounds after church, and after saddling up Fancypants, Brian decided we would 'push' the cows we would be using for rodeo practice. This means that we would drive them down the main arena alley into the chute where they could have special wraps on their horns, then released into the arena for practice. It would save time for the other team members, and we could start practice sooner. Simple, right? Yeah.....

So, here we are, Brian on Fancy, me on the ground. He directs me as to which gate to open or close, where to stand, etc, and he drives the cows from Fancy's back. It was goin' so well, I'm really proud of us accomplishing this alongside my husband.

And then, this one cow decides to turn funny in the chute....

We had the cows in the last part of the chute, when one heifer at the front got turned sideways, blockin' the others and givin' the potential for the others to get turned and start back up the chute towards Brian.

"Babe," he says. "Go turn that one cow up front, please."

"No problem," I reply. I slip out of the gate, turn and take off runnin' to do ask he asks. I am so intent on my task, I fail to see the...

BAM!


My forehead seems to explode, and there is shock and pain as my upper body stops abruptly, but my legs keep goin’. I feel myself fallin’, so my hands reach up and grab at the iron crossbar I have just slammed into at a full tilt boogie. It’s not only the thing I have just rammed the front of my head into, it is now the one thing keepin’ me from fallin’ back on the back of my head as I grip it.

So, here I am, hangin’ from this bar, my legs out in front of me, my backside just a few inches from the ground, my head hangin’ back, eyes closed, mouth open, and my brains feel like cottage cheese on a tilt-a-whirl.

From behind me, I hear my Beloved ask in a calm voice,

“Why did you run into that?”

Now I am really concerned. I figure that not only have I probably given my self a concussion and disfigured myself for life--I have just learned that my husband is an IDIOT!

Then I hear that same calm voice ask,

“Are you okay?”

As I hang there, in my head, I am thinkin’, ‘Oh yeah, just yippee skippee, precious, in fact, I am enjoyin’ this so much, I think I’m gonna take this up as a hobby, what’s YOUR opinion, dear?’

In reality, I mumble, “Yeah, I’m okay. Let me go get this cow turned.” I stagger over, turn the cow, then, as I grab my forehead and nose, I stagger over to a friend’s horse trailer, and over a time, get ice in a baggie. I then spend most of the rodeo practice sittin’ on the bleachers, keepin’ ice over my rapidly swellin’ nose and forehead.

The highlight is, I am able to gross out the cowboys when they see under the ice pack.

Basically, I spent the next two days lookin’ like a Klingon, with ice on my head and unable to do much more than the most basic household tasks. Wednesday I woke up and while the swellin’ had gone down, Brian noted that I now had bruises on both eyes that continued down my cheeks like bloody tears.

Well, now it is a week later, and I am feelin’ much better, although my bruises have now turned a lovely yellowish green. I am thrilled that I can now get back to a regular routine, To top off my recovery, yesterday I noticed that the poke sallet is comin’ up, so I will be pickin’ and fixin’ the first fresh greens of the spring this week.

Well, I got chores. Later, ya’ll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett

Friday, March 18, 2011

My Computer is ill, I'm Testing the Jane Austen Waters, and Zombies

March 18, 2011

Well, after years of internet surfin'--I caught a virus. It's one of those things where someone sends you a problem in order to force you to buy their solution for the problem THEY caused, and then they have your credit card number. Ya know, if these folks would put the same effort into doing something CONSTRUCTIVE as they do into this type of nonsense, the world would be better off.

So, it looks like I'll be outta pocket for a few days while STAPLES fixes the problem. Actually, my biggest problem will be tellin' the Redneck when I pick him up from work today. He ain't gonna be happy. I'll be reduced to using the library computer for a bit, so please be patient as I get this taken care of.

What makes me nuts about this situation is that I now have 4 followers (I was able to stop followin' my own blog, so now the numbers are right), I finally have a playlist that reflects some of my values and humor, I will have my new camera by the end of the month, I am chompin' at the bit to do a post on how to make a loom and weave with really easy and cheap materials.... I know, I KNOW--it's in HIS timin', not mine. I guess I will use the time to get some other things done. {HEAVY SIGH} Too bad the best way to get patience is to have to just go through it. Preach says he was once told, "Stop just GOIN' through it and start GROWIN' through it!" Pray ladies, pray!

One of the things I can do while this is happenin' is to do some readin. I am reading a new biography of Louisa May Alcott, and I'll let you know how that reads. Since many of my online ladies like to read older novels, by Jane Austen and such, I have decided to take the plunge and read MANSFIELD PARK. I don't recall if I've ever read anything else from that era other than LITTLE WOMEN, JANE EYRE, and tales by Charles Dickens. I would like to have a bit more in common with my online sisters, and since I can't envision any of ya'll reading PRIDE AND PREDJUDICE AND ZOMBIES (I'm not kiddin', the book is REAL) anytime soon....I thought I'd read something a bit more sedate to start off.

Well, I got chores, ya'll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett

Thursday, March 17, 2011

The Before of the Before of the Before and After (really, it's simple--read on!)

March 17, 2011

Well, I walked into my big cabin kitchen Tuesday morning, and just FLIPPED OUT. I couldn't stand the mess anymore. Oh, it wasn't dirty, it was just cluttered and completely disorganized. I had been so busy over the past few months, I was just tossing stuff in there, and after a time, I had only a few paths to the fridge, freezer, and stove. Since we stayed in a travel trailer during the winter, because it was easier to heat, I just quit using my big kitchen. I had canned goods sitting on the floor that hadn't been put away since I got them home at the first of the month.

Well, I just about blew a gasket.

So, I got Obie to help me carry a long wooden table from under the cantina outside to right in front of the kitchen door. I began carrying everything out and piling it on the table. I gathered up bags of clothes that needed to be donated to charities and piled those up on the picnic table. I moved shelves around and cleared off my huge kitchen table. I put canned goods away where they belonged, and was amazed at how my canned good purchasing had gotten out of balance--I mean, come on, 12 cans each of corn and green beans, but over 30 cans of refried BEANS? Now I have a much better idea of what I need to buy next month, and my ingredient inventory will balance out.

I haven't tackled the fridge and freezer yet, and the woodstove still needs the piping reworked, but it all looks SO much better. We will start eating in there next week, sitting at the table. Later, I'll get the cantina cleaned up, and we will eat at the big picnic table outside.

I was gonna wait until I got my new camera so I could do a before and after photo shoot of what I had done, but I just couldn't live with the before I had. I'll still have a before and after and my after will hopefully be charming, but my before won't be so awful!

Now, I just need to tackle the big storage room, the tack and feed room, the cantina, shovel poop outta corrals, cut hickory wood for the smoker, haul more rocks to the driveway....somebody tell me again--WHY do I live like this?

Oh yeah--I LOVE IT!

Well, I got chores. Later ya'll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett

Monday, March 14, 2011

Grief and Joy

March 14, 2011

Saturday, March 12, 2011, I had a day that ran the gamut of emotions--from grief to jubilation.

At 2 p.m., I attended a memorial service to bid farewell to Donna Baumfeld. She was my neighbor of 3 years, a former resident of New York state, a long distance truck driver, dog and horse lover, gardener, highly opinionated, and my friend.

You always knew exactly where you stood with Donna. There was no 'everything's fine' nonsense--if you hacked her off--YOU KNEW IT. How refreshing after all the games I had been the victim of for 6 years up in these mountains.

She was a WORKER. I seldom saw her just sit down and do nothing. She got to stay home for a year a while back, and I watched her work from before sun up until she would just collapse from exhaustion. She wanted so badly to make a home for herself, her husband James, and the many dogs that shared their lives at different
times.

She loved horses madly, and the happiest I ever saw her was the day we took her and James up to 8 mile ridge and let her ride my big red paint mare, Fancy. She was like a child who just gotten everything she ever wanted for Christmas, plus an extra Barbie.

She was diagnosed with cancer, and a few weeks later, she died.

Saturday, I stood with my family, her husband, her best friend Jan and her family, and others from the mountain and surrounding area who had come to know and love her. We listened as the Methodist minister led a simple service, then we each were allowed to take some of Donna's ashes and spread them around the memorial site that Jan's son had worked so hard all week to prepare. Some cried, some stood silently. We all felt a kinship that only folks who live here in these hills can have. Beth's daughter Autumn played songs on the CD player, and the last one was "Spirit in the Sky". Old Rock & Roll, it was one of Donna's favorites.

Afterwards, Jan and her husband, Red, did up a fish fry, and we all enjoyed the fellowship of a shared friendship with a lost loved one.

After a while, my family left to attend a healing and miracle service at NEW LIFE church just outside of Wilburton, We joined our friends Crystal, Casey, and their son David, along with our church music leader Rusty and his wife Katie. We sand praise and worship songs, heard a sermon on healing and miracles, then had both Obie and David prayed over, along with others.

It was a day to remember. The beginning was a time of grief and farewell, as we dealt with the reality of death and loss. However, at day's end we felt the hope and joy as the Holy Spirit moved in our lives and showed us the reality of life in Christ.

Good bye, Donna. You will be greatly missed, but you will live on in the hearts and mins of all who were blessed to have known you.

Well, I got chores. Later ya'll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett

Thursday, March 10, 2011

CRANFORD DVDs

March 10, 2011

I have a pen pal whom I met over on Lady Lydia's HOME LIVING blog (http://www.homeliving.blogspot.com). Her name is Marqueta, and we have been exchanging letters for about a month now. She is charming and sweet, and I hope my long handwritten letters don't bore her too much, lol. I think she is fortunate that I don't TYPE my letters, since then my typing could keep up with my thoughts, and my letters would be even LONGER!

Recently, she left a comment on this blog, mentioning the term 'elegant economy'. She said it was from something called CRANFORD. I had no idea what she was talking about, but I liked the term she used.

Later that week, I was at the Hartshorne Library, and there on the DVD shelf, were two DVDs entitled CRANFORD. I looked them over, an when I saw that they were about life in England around the time of Victoria, I realized these must be what Marqueta was talking about. Then I saw that Dame Judi Dench starred in them, and well, heck--I had to watch them. Trust me, she could narrate a film about how to raise cockroaches in Stockholm, and it would be great, that is how much presence she has as an actress.

(How to raise cockroaches in Stockholm? Where do I come UP with this stuff?)

So, I get them home, and as fate would have it, a nice spate of cold weather hits the next day. We tend to the chores, toss stuff in the crockpot and bread machine for the evening, and settle in to watch CRANFORD.

Wow.

These little shows are wonderful period pieces, with performances from some of the best talent Britain has to offer. The characters inspire tears as well as laughter, and well...there is this COW, and...you just have to SEE it.

There is a second DVD titled RETURN TO CRANFORD, and it as well is brilliant. If you have the chance to see these shows, I highly recommend them. I am a big fan of period pieces in British film, and these are among the best I've ever seen.

This is the first chance I've had to blog about them, and I wanted to say thank you, Marqueta, for introducing them to me.



Well, I got chores. Later, ya'll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett

Monday, March 7, 2011

Butt Draggin', 2 Minute Toilet Talks, and Self Pity

March 7, 2011

I'm beginning to think that whoever coined the term Stay At Home Mom....never was one.

I have been in town everyday since last Tuesday, due to errands that needed to be run. That wouldn't be so bad if I could just come into town, do what I have to then go home. But since we only have one vehicle, I have to leave with the Redneck at 5 am to get the truck, then we wait until 4:30 to go home. Makes for a looong day. My butt is draggin' so much, I have rug burns on both cheeks.

This was a busy weekend. My friend Anne and I went to a W.O.W. meeting. W.O.W. is Women Of Worship. We meet at the First Baptist Church here in Wilburton. We have food, fellowship, and a wonderful speaker. Many women from different churches come together to learn how to apply God's Word in their lives.

Anne was a little nervous about attending. She had never been before, and wasn't certain she would 'fit in'. Apparently her husband told her "Hey--you're goin' with EVELYN. If they take HER, you're a shoe in!"

Hmm......not sure about that comment......

Anyway, Anne fit right in and had a good time. I think she'll be coming back.

Our speaker was Teresa Brady. She is wonderful. The topic she covered that day was CLIFFHANGING: LET GO AND LET GOD. Boy, did it hit home with me! I especially loved the term "2 minute toilet talk". You know, where we go to the bathroom and reach around for that little devotional book, read the short devotional, then say, "Okay, Lord, I got my quiet time in with You today, I'm good to go!" (Seriously, I felt she was a little TOO close to home with that one.)

The talk was entertaining, inspiring and encouraging. If you wanna check her out, she has a blog called "Not Home Yet" at www.paulandteresabrady.wordpress.com.

By the time our family got home Saturday evening, we were exhausted. I made pizza and a salad for dinner...and we forgot to eat the salad. Yup, it was sittin' right there on the counter after dinner. Ever see a salad pout? I guess it had been anticipating joining in the family meal, all dressed up in NEWMAN'S OWN Walnut and Cranberry(I found a CART FULL of the stuff at a salvage store for 25 cents a bottle. My cheap little heart danced as I loaded up my basket.).

Okay, now I am anthropomorphizing the salad. Yeah, I’m tired.

We stayed home yesterday morning, we were so tired. We spent a quiet time with each other and our animals. Then we loaded up Fancypants and Rascal, our saddles and other tack, and headed down to the rodeo grounds for church ranch rodeo practice.

We unloaded horses, saddled ‘em up, and I took off on Fancy for bit. She was so good for me, but I had to ride in Brian’s saddle. It’s really too big for me, and my feet don’t fit well in the stirrups. I can’t make her trot or run, since my legs are too short to enable me to stand in the stirrups.

After practice began, I had to relinquish my baby girl, and stand around holdin’ on to Rascal’s lead rope. It was cold, I was still tired, bored and I went into Miz Crankypants mode. I walked Rascal back to the trailer and pouted about how UNFAIR it was that I had to HOLD ONTO A HORSE! I couldn't go sit with my friends or read. Yeesh, sometimes I just marvel at how childish I can be. I mean, come on--I'm 54, actin' like I'm 5. The thing is, the whole time I was being an idiot, I was well aware of how silly I was being.

How many times has the Savior patiently listened to our whining, just waiting for us to shut up and LISTEN? Psalm 46:10 says,
“Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth!”

As I stood there, being pitiful, I saw that my attitude was making my horse anxious. He wasn’t sure WHY I was upset, he was just concerned that HE may have caused my distress.

I looked into those big dark eyes, and I felt really bad. I started to stroke his neck, and massage his shoulders, legs, etc. As I ministered to my animal, my own emotions began to calm down. My breathing deepened, my muscles relaxed, and I found myself talking to the Lord, repenting of my bad attitude.

Matthew 11:28 says:
“Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”

It was amazing(isn’t it always?). As I came to Jesus, He in turn gave me rest that I so badly needed. As I ministered to another, even an animal, I stopped focusing on my own imagined troubles.
So, here I am again, in town on yet another whirlwind day of activity. If all goes well, I will be able to stay at home the rest of the week, rest and catch up on the chores at home. If, however, I am destined to return to town everyday this week, I will do so with a good attitude, being thankful for each opportunity to minister to others.

Well, I got chores. Later ya’ll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett

Friday, March 4, 2011

Jeans or Dresses?

March 4, 2011

When I was a teen, I found a book in our library titled THE APE IN ME, by Cornelia Otis Skinner, published in 1959.
It was a compilation of essays, and I have never forgotten it. I especially loved the title essay, where she tells of how she finds herself 'aping', or imitating other people. She admits that when she is around British people, she picks up their accents, or if she is watching someone eat, her own mouth begins to work in chewing motions. It is quite humorous, and if you ever come across a copy of it, I hope you give her a read.

Now, what has this got to do with my blog?

Well, as the name suggests, the blog is about the COMPLEXITIES of simple living. Sometimes I need to make decisions that SHOULD be simple, but often become complicated. Ms. Skinner's essay often comes to mind when I find myself contemplating a change in my way of doing things--in other words, am I doing something merely because I see others doing it, or am I doing it because I honestly feel that God has CALLED ME TO?

Case in point--in the online world, I have found many women who wear dresses exclusively. They strive to be as feminine as possible, and I applaud that--got no problem whatsoever with it. However, I live in a very primitive location, and I have a very different workload from most of my online sisters, so I wear mostly jeans, boots, t-shirts, etc. I do own dresses and a few skirts, and even though I wear jeans to church (we meet in a barn with sawdust floors, after all), I do try to wear a more feminine cut pant and shirt, with makeup even!

My concern is--since I have been reading all these wonderful blogs, like Mrs. White's Legacy Of Home (www.thelegacyofhome.blogspot.com), My pen pal Marqueta's Sweete Felicity (www/sweetefelicity.blogspot.com), and even the wonderful women of Ladies Against Feminism (www.ladiesagainstfeminism.com), to mention only a few, I have begun to wonder about wearing dresses too. Again, I am having to ask myself--is this only because I see my online sisters living this way, or am I honestly feeling the tug of the Spirit calling me to do this?

If I do this for the WRONG reason--it ain't gonna work for God's glory, no matter how feminine or unworldly I may appear. And ultimately, everything we do needs to be for HIS GLORY, not our flesh. And I know my flesh. It's a proud, snotty, self righteous little stinker, and it will grab for every bit of attention that it can get.

I once dragged my flesh up the hill to the Cross. It was kickin' screamin', and clawin' at the ground all the way up. When I got it there, I maced it, nailed it to the Cross, duct taped it, and put log chains around it. When I turned and walked back down the hill, I heard the chains clunk to the ground, the duct tape tear, and the nails pop out of the wood. Then my flesh came bounding down the hill, wiping it's eyes and sayin' "That was fun--what can we do now?"

Oh, you've had that happen too?

So you see my concerns. To imitate other women's Godly behavior is good, for it helps me to learn the Titus 2 way;
"the older women, likewise, that they be reverent in behavior, not slanderers, not given to much wine, teachers of good things--that they admonish the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, (Titus 2:3,4. NKJV)

However, if I am not feeling peace about a behavior being right for me personally, then I am only 'aping', not truly applying God's Word to my life.

I have read all the scriptures pertaining to clothing, and modesty, and how we are not to wear the clothes of the opposite sex. What I have concluded from all my reading of God's Word is basically this--gaudy, immodest, or clothing that intentionally undermines a woman’s femininity are not acceptable. Other than that, I just don’t see a big deal in how a woman dresses.

I asked my friend Cindy, who wears dresses everyday. In fact, she wears many old type dresses, looking sorta Amish. She said that she had personally felt called to make a change from jeans to dresses. Her husband had discouraged her from doing it for a long time, since they also live in the mountains, and they also work with horses, etc. Yet Cindy kept feeling that call in her heart, so she started slowly, and her husband eventually whole heartedly came on board. Now, she points out that she has a husband and two sons who take care of most of the outside chores, and that their homestead is farther along than ours, so she doesn't have to do many of the same tasks I do. My husband works away from home, and my son is special needs, so that leaves me to do many of the tasks outside, along with my regular housekeeping.

Cindy and I also discussed what modest clothing truly is--it is clothing that is appropriate for the situation. Since both she and I ride and break horses, we both wear jeans during those tasks. Face it--if a horse bucks or 'crow hops'--a skirt is NOT modest!

I then went to my husband, Brian, and asked him to tell me honestly, which would HE prefer I wear? I figured if he said dresses, it would take the responsibility offa MY shoulders, since he is the head of the household. Yeah--THAT WORKED.

My hubby says he honestly doesn't CARE what I wear, as long as it is modest when we are around others. He says if I wanna wear dresses while I work on the mountain--go for it, but don't complain when TICK AND SNAKE SEASON GETS HERE! He likes me in dresses, but he adds that many of our chores are just not appropriate for that type of clothing, especially when breaking horses, or hog hunting, where I've been chased up into a tree(don't ask--it wasn't pretty, and the pine sap almost NEVER came outta my hair).

So, while I am still wondering what to ultimately do about the dress issue, I think I have come up with a workable idea for the time being. I am not gonna give up on jeans and boots, and I am not about to burn brush or muck out corrals in a dress. And wearing makeup while cutting down a tree? Who am I gonna impress? The local bears?

If I am digging, shoveling, chopping, rock hauling, etc, I will wear clothing that is serviceable, comfortable, and durable. I am focusing only on results during those types of tasks, and neither my husband or I care one whit what I look like at those times. In fact, he has come home at times to find me covered in dirt, sweat, and other more...um...INDECOROUS substances, and he has been more concerned with the fact that the septic system is working, than the fact that his wife is not all perfumed and girly.

Having said that, I have decided that while I will continue to wear my old jeans, boots, t-shirts, and my beloved black leather biker jacket--I will seek ways to add a feminine touch to my wardrobe.
That can easily be done with the right touches, and when I get my camera up and running, I'll post some photos that can show how it can be done.

I'm also gonna work to restore many of the little practices that I've let slide--you know, small things that make a woman feel more feminine--a home manicure and pedicure on Saturday night in preparation for church, making sure my hair is cut and colored in a flattering way, etc.

I'm also going to work on getting cleaned up and looking nice when the Redneck gets home. Maybe even slip into a dress before supper, just to watch his eyes bug out.

So, that is what I've been thinkin' about lately. This has been a hard post to write, since I wanna make a point, but I don't wanna offend women on either side of the issue. I've come to the conclusion that while not all women can realistically wear dresses all the time--all women can look more feminine with a bit of planning and work.

Come on--gimme some feedback on this one. I really wanna know what ya'll think.

Well, I got chores. Later ya'll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Cool Feedback, A Company Needs Help, and Homestead News

March 3, 2011

Well, I wasn't sure what I would post today, since I haven't finished a post about modest dressing from my point of view. I wanna be Biblically correct, and put forth what I feel are valid points about how I personally dress. So....it's takin' some time.

So here I am, in town to buy feed, with nuthin' to post--until I open my email and start reading blogs.

First--I felt like Sally Fields when she got the Oscar and said, "You like me! You really LIKE ME!". I had sent out my new blog address to some folks, and one of them was Angela Coffman, who has the GROCERY SHRINK blog. If you haven't discovered this blog yet--check her out (www.groceryshrink.com). Lots of good ideas about frugality.
Well, anyway, I got an email from her saying that she liked my poem that I posted yesterday. It means a lot when I get feedback on my work, and to have someone like Angela pat me on the back? Well, let's just say that the skunk stripe of gray roots that I haven't had the time to touch up on my head doesn't seem as traumatic as it did when I looked in the mirror this mornin'!
Then, I skipped over to the NIFTY THIFTY SISTERS blog (www.okiesisters.blogspot.com), and found that a 192 year old American company has gotten the boot from Wal-Mart, and is now struggling. I wanted to show my support for this company, so I decided I would post their web address, (http://www.jacobbromwell.com/)
and send out a plea for folks to shop the site for many wonderful and USEFUL things.

Let's NOT get me started on Wal-Mart. Suffice it to say that I still have to shop there when I have no other choice, but I work REALLY hard to have a choice. I have simplified my life enough that if I can't find what I need in the stores in Wilburton, Red Oak, or Talihina--I probably don't need it.

Okay--now I'm warmed up!

We had one of our 'muttskies' give birth Monday. A little black female, Dribby, had a litter of puppies under the cabin, and she is eager to show them off, but she has them so far up under the cabin, we can't see them, so we have no idea what they look like, or how many there are. Dribby stands there by the cabin, all excited and proud, wondering why we don't crawl under the cabin with her to see the pups. I figure in about 3 weeks, we'll see several confused new faces peek out from their 'den', and then we can move them to a better place. For now they are safe and warm where they are. I gotta admit, it's hard to have to wait to see them. BTW--anybody wanna puppy?

We'll be picking up another horse tomorrow. She's a yearling filly. A pretty little strawberry roan we have named--what else--Shortcake. She won't be staying with us. After she has all her vet paperwork finished, she will head down to Texas to Brian's dad. We know he will give her a good home, and Brian's niece will probably turn her into a barrel racer.

The horses are all starting to shed, along with the wolves, so we are gonna have a 'brushin' party' soon. Obie, Brian and I will get out all the curry combs and brushes, and just spend a day cleaning up coats, assessing needs for the summer, trimming hooves and clipping out any clumps from furry tails. Then comes flea dippin', wormin' paste--wow, do we live a wild life or what? Stand back, I'm a woman on the edge--I got a mane comb and I'm not afraid to use it!

Well, I got chores. Later ya’ll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

A Poem Shared

March 2, 2011

Well, the big day came and went--I turned 54 years of age on Sunday with very little fanfare or fuss. My biggest treat was that I got to read one of my poems at church before the sermon--and when 'Preach' looked it over before services, I was thrilled when he said that it actually tied right in with his sermon that day! I had written it a couple of years ago, but didn't feel the urge to read it in church till this week--it wouldn't have been appropriate until the right sermon came along. God has impeccable timing, ya know?

The poem is about witnessing to THOSE people. You know who I’m talkin’ about--the ones we feel uncomfortable presenting the Gospel to, for whatever reason. I had started writing it with one theme in mind, but the Lord said, “Nope, we are headin’ in this direction.” I like when He leads my writing, because it always turns out better than if I just decide to follow my own path. When I sometimes think of some of the things I have ALMOST written in my lifetime....(shudder). I am grateful that few of those things ever came to be, since they would have been a hindrance to my effectiveness as a writer later in life.

Anyway, I thought I would share the poem I read in church with ya’ll. I hope you like it, and that it makes you think about your own witnessing efforts.

Sacred Space
© 2009 by Evelyn Edgett

A Christian cowboy was walkin’ along one day,
When he saw a man actin’ a real strange way.
He had a beard, tie-dyed shirt, beads and rope sandals.
He stood in the middle of a rock circle, shakin’ some rattles.
Then he closed his eyes, hands together, started bowin’ up and down,
Started chantin’ somethin’ loudly, made an awful sound.
“Hey young feller, what ya doin’ over there?”
The man pointed his finger, and gave the cowboy a glare.
“Dude,” he said. “You really need to move your face.
You are disturbing the aura of my sacred space.”
“Sacred space? That sounds odd,” the cowboy said.
While thinkin’ this fella’s peculiar--he ain’t right in the head.
“Well, I can’t expect someone as unenlightened as you,
To understand the deep spiritual things that I do.
You see, I worship nature, she is my mother,
And each rock, tree and creature, they are my brother.”
“Uh...huh,” said the cowboy, and he blinked once or twice.
“Ya say ya’ll are related? well now, that’s right nice.
But what about all that mumblin’ and bobbin’ up and down?
And how come ya got those rocks piled all around?’
“Obviously, you are completely unaware, of the metaphysical forces that fill the air.
My chanting sends out energy into the sphere,
And my movements draw friendly angels to me here.
The rock circle creates for my chakras a cleansing zone.
You really should try this--even OPRAH has one.”
“Really,” said the cowboy, backing up on his toes.
“Well, I’ll talk to you later--let me know how that goes.”
Later the cowboy sat under a tree, his Bible in his hand.
He saw the beauty of God’s creation, trees, streams and land.
He chuckled as he thought of that weird little fella,
Till he heard the Lord whisper,
“You sure acted yella.”
“What Lord? Why, I’ve never run from a fight.”
“But you ran from that man who needs a new life.”
“But Father, he’s nuts! He can’t see Your truth!”
“Then tell him how I change lives, use yours as the proof.
Show him salvation’s not found in rituals or chantin’.
And Oprah ain’t got the answer--no matter her rantin’.
Show him he doesn’t need circles, rattles, or even a bell,
He just needs me Me, so now you go and tell
That man you walked away from the truth of my love.
He’s odd, yes, but your testimony may just be the shove
He needs to learn the answer to his sacred space riddle.
Sacred space? It’s just a heart with Christ in the middle.

Who are YOU walkin’ away from?

Well, I got chores. Later ya’ll.
© 2011 by Evelyn Edgett