Things around the Liles are settling back down. We needed some fluff around these parts. Seeing as fashion is my second love. Why not an outfit post? It seems that all my money is going to Buffalo Exchange lately. A place that I can exchange my old clothes into new to me clothes! It’s a win/win situation. So I picked up this vintage skirt, vintage wine colored heels from Buffalo and scored the sailor jacket and vintage blouse from our local Flea Market. I sure wish there were a affordable/wearable vintage clothing store in Fort Worth. But I’m sure all in due time. *wink
Monday my Nana, Barbara Strain, passed away and is now in the arms of love. It was a major shock to us all. She was loved immensely and without a doubt always in our hearts. Here is the letter from us grandchildren wrote to her and is now resting with her as we said our final goodbyes until eternity.
Some days words are not enough. But it is the memories we have together that join us forever. As Cameron put it, you always were – and will always be – the grandmother every child wishes they had. From the first moment you set eyes on all of us – we knew you were our Nana and we your precious grandkids. You set so many examples and showed us so much about life – how to be strong, how to be loyal and most definitely how to be sassy. You were our hip grandmother – the one person who could have wrote the book on being a grandma. It all started with the “farm” – Nana’s house was a wonderland. It was magical – the candy canisters that never seemed to empty and the shelves with the tiniest clay miniature dolls that seemed as if they could leap to life at any moment. From the goldfish that looked like carrots swimming in the trough, to the way you let us play in the mud for hours only to line us up and hose off the evidence, how you got down on the floor with us, to the countless sessions of playing Barbies, to learning how to beat Cameron at Ninja Turtles on Nintendo. You would spend hours down on the floor with Connor, racing cars around and around that little track. And when our energy wore down, you were the best movie and cartoon-watching partner we ever had. From Tiny Toons when we were young, to taking us to our first movie – Batman Returns rings a bell, to letting us make bad choices at the video store – you never questioned us and we never questioned why the popcorn was always slightly burnt. We just knew you were our Nana. From your early morning with Heather getting ready for school, to teaching rolling skate skills, to the play dough sessions – our childhood was made complete because you took the time for us in world that often doesn’t.
As we grew older, the love never faded. You taught us so much, and you never wanted to seem a bother when you’d call to check on us. You were always there. You came to every birthday party and we always looked forward to your thoughtful gifts. You showed up to graduations and weddings, solidifying your spot as our Nana. Christmases every year brought surprises and gifts for kids of all ages. You always knew what we wanted. And when Cameron would pour cream soda in his cereal or say something mean – you threatened with mouths full of soap, but in the end, your soft heart got the better of you. You were a friend, someone who showed us how to be friendly to anyone we met and you showed us how to love – in a way only you could. And everyone in this room today can say – you lived a life that overcame challenges and showed us that we can live life our own way and be happy. You will always be our Nana and we will always carry you in our hearts.
Why blog? The question hangs out there unanswered by most, yet the internet is overrun with all of us bloggers with our various outlets of expression. So, why do people blog? Is it out of some need to express our innermost thoughts, or display our vanity – otherwise known as our digital selves. We started Lost in Drawers a few years ago with no real idea of what blogging meant for us. A few hundred posts later and here we are in the second month of 2011 – and this question of why do we blog is hanging out in front of us. The truth is that what most people – including ourselves – release to the outside world via the internet is a carefully crafted version of our lives. It shows us doing the things we love, the things we think will help other value us more and the things that will increase our dot on the map of humanity. Why else do people seek out old schoolmates on Facebook, or obsess over who and how many followers we have on Twitter? We want to be, to borrow the idea behind Nada Surf’s Popular, well popular. We want to feel important and the comments and the retweets and the blog visits serve to either validate our efforts or make statements about our lives that we’d rather not face. But the truth is, these digital projections are only part of the story of our lives.
Lost in Drawers is us – it is our blog, but more so it has, is and will always be an attempt to document our lives. Do we edit? Sure, because we feel as if no blog is best served when it is full of self-loathing and angst. We blog because we know that life really is too precious to not document as many of the moments we experience as possible. Do we have dirty dishes in the sink? Yes, we have a real life. It is not all crafts and professional photo shoots, as some blogs out there make out life to be. We don’t have agendas behind what we blog about, we don’t have allusions of celebrity, we just want to build this life together. It is about the things we are inspired by, the things we love, the life we live, the people and puppy we love and the hope of showing the world what we find to be important. Being as real as possible, but knowing that life expressed in a blog is one where you do make decisions and the key is always keeping this question – why do we blog – in the forefront of our minds. We blog to document these memories, to live as authentically as possible.
Our puppy boy is 6 months old! Where does the time go?? It seems like we just picked him out and brought him home. He has grown from that sweet little sleeping one to a spoiled pup. Now he is full of spunk, has a sassy sassy attitude as his own, loves carrots and apples, Bon Iver, car rides, many naps, walks by the Trinity river, mustard yellow sofa pillows, peanut butter filled kongs, stealing blankets at night and is a lover of clothes. Now we know he is just a puppy, though we love him like a family member. He has brought us such joy and laughter. We can’t wait to raise him along little ones (some day if God gives us the gift of sweet babes) of our own but for now the three of us is just beautiful.