Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
Katy is represented by
Greg Johnson at
WordServe Literary
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- Becoming Brenda Starr
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- Scattered
- That’s It
- So I’ve Finally Signed With An Agent. Now What?
- The Spoon
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- A Woman’s Train of Thought Has No Caboose
- However much we own, we are all still living on borrowed time
- After all, when restaurants shrink portions, they don’t shrink prices.
- As with everything in life, balance is key.
- Slow down, you move too fast…
- Yeah, I know. I have issues.
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The Tell-Tale Sun
I didn’t actually get dressed in the dark this morning, but I might as well have.
I’d moved all my sweaters into the closet the other day, and decided to pop on a black one for its first trip outside this fall. I got it last year and have only worn it once or twice, so it seems practically brand new.
And why haven’t I worn it? Even I couldn’t answer that question as I pulled it off the hanger and checked it out.
It’s got the coolest lacy crocheted cuffs and bottom edge, and I knew it would look fantastic with the black and bronzy-gold boho skirt that I’d just gotten recently.
Between the time we left the house and when we arrived in the church parking lot eight minutes later, the clouds rolled out and the sun emerged in all its fashion-faux-pas revealing brilliance.
I saw the error of my ways just a little late, I’m afraid. The black and bronzy gold skirt really ONLY looks good with a pitch black sweater, and suddenly I realized just why this particular sweater had gotten so little play. The sweater’s color is chameleon, only instead of altering to match whatever other colors it’s near, it alters to clash with them.
Quite a marketing concept, huh? The sweater that will never go with anything else you wear, forever and ever, amen?
During church, every time someone greeted me with even the slightest twinkle in her eye, I wanted to blurt out, “What? Haven’t you heard that bluish-purple charcoal grey is the new black?”
But because I tend to practice my Christianity in earnest within the sanctuary, I held my tongue.
It’s a good thing. In the sunny parking lot on the way back out to the car, I realized I’d forgotten to wear a slip.
- :) Love the punch line!
Posted by Ginger on 11/14/05 at 05:52 AM
- Ohhhh, that's classic!!! Gotta love it :) If we couldn't relate so well, it wouldn't be soooooo funny :)
Posted by Ame on 11/14/05 at 02:32 PM
- *slapping knees* Sounds like something I'd do. ;)
Posted by Hope Wilbanks on 11/14/05 at 07:25 PM
- Years ago I managed student housing at the university. After being on the waiting list for close to three years I called in a young asian couple whose name finally came up. As we stood in the office chatting after we viewed the apt. and all the paperwork was filled out, my slip slipped off and fell around my ankles. I very nonchalantly kicked it under the desk without tripping over a single word. They never came back or returned my call.
You are not alone!Posted by Pat on 11/15/05 at 06:00 AM
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