Like A Warm Cup of Coffee is beautifying the world, one woman at a time.
Let me explain. This morning, as almost every morning, the dogs and I are up at 6 a.m. That first hour is taken up with making sure everyone has a visit outside, cat dish filled with kibble, coffee pot readied for the humans, dogs have treats, straightening up from night before and by 7 a.m. I'm settled in the sun room, XM Radio tuned to Michael Youssef to be followed by Alistair Begg at 7:30. At 8 a.m. I'm ready to head back upstairs and tend to my own needs and getting dressed.
Lately, I've been dressing in either a dress or capri's and tee shirt but today I decided to wear khaki pants with a cotton shirt and slipped my feet into leather mocs but later I changed to sandals because the mocs became a trifle toasty. I did put on female war paint, otherwise known as make-up, brushed my hair and noted again how badly I need a hair cut and headed back downstairs to go do barn chores. Re. the hair cut...I have called for an appointment and am, still, waiting for a call back; meanwhile, time marches forward and the golden locks look dreadful. And not in a Rastafarian way either.
Dave meets me in the kitchen and says, "You look really nice; are you going somewhere today?"
So, don't tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor, okay? He does and when He wants to share His laughter with me, He'll, often, use me as the point of target. In a nice and gentle way, you know, but still, He manages to get His point across.
Frankly, I've not thought I looked like the dog's dinner lately but...hmmm...
Back to Sarah Mae. Yep, you guessed it - there are a few "rules" but I'm calling them guidelines. She wants us dressed, hair brushed, cosmetics applied, etc. at 8:00 a.m. That's not happening here but 8:30 is doable, easy peasy. Photos of us Every Day, dressed and looking good, ta very much. Ugh. Um, I mean okay, sure fine. Finally, a link to her so everyone can visit everyone else and be encouraging, complimentary, etc.
There you have it. Go Get Dressed. Yeah, you. You know who I mean; you're still in night clothes or sweat pants or clothes you'd be ashamed to send to the mission field or the thrift store.
Go get purty. NOW!
Blessings ~ laughter ~ sense of humor ~ nice clothes so why are we still wearing sad togs? ~ iron and ironing board ~ washer and dryer ~ Sarah Mae ~
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