Some people make me pretty mad. Even the little things they do, it gets to me. I would like to give them a piece of my mind, but I can't. I just have to be quiet, or else it'd be disrespectful. But who is going to tell them off?!? After a while I think I might blow my top!

Yet I can't. I can't let them get to me. I need to just laugh at myself for my silliness, or laugh at them or cry for them. There are ways of telling people things gently without getting upset or making them angrier (that is, if they aren't too block-headed. ). It's so difficult. But if I were acting stupidly toward someone, wouldn't I rather be reprimanded nicely than be given a taste of my own medicine? I'm pretty sure that kind of medicine doesn't taste very good, nor does it heal.

I need Christ to shine from me, but a lot of the time I try to do things my own way. I need to take a few breaths and let Him live through me, but most of the time I don't. It's so difficult.

But then it sort of goes back to what I was saying in my last post. We have a choice. And I need to make that choice daily.

Well, it's been a bit since I've been on here, but I'm back! And I think this time I'll stick around for a little while.
The main reason I'm back though is my dress design for Shabby Apple dresses. I don't remember how I found Shabby Apple (http://www.shabbyapple.com/), but their dresses are really cute. And they're modest! A dream come true.
I've never really tried to design a dress before. I've only had ideas and pictures of dresses pop into my head. As such, my "models" might look a little off here and there.

So here's the first design:

* The fabric would be cotton.
* The neck line would have oval, plastic beads, matching the lightest color of the fabric.
* As you can see, the color would be a light blue fading to a darker blue. An alternate dress color would be light pink/hot pink.



My second dress design:
 
* I'm thinking the fabrics for this dress would be something like cotton and a little bit of spandex.
* The colors would be a white background with a pink flowers/green leaves (or purple flowers/green leaves) pattern. The bolero would be a shade or two darker than the flowers, but the same color.
* The bolero would have a small, white button which can be undone so that the dress can be worn without it on warmer days
* The holes at the neck line are not really holes at all but fabric that has been gathered and sewn together on the underside to give it a droplet sort of look.


I'm not sure I had inspiration for these dresses as much as they just popped into my head.
But I did have fun making them!


~N~

Ah, it's good to be back. Honestly, I haven't done much writing of anything anywhere lately, so it feels good to at least attempt something. And I can use smileys again! hehe.

I just came in from taking that ol' Wosie dog out for a quick rabbit chase. I saw a bunny out behind the house, and since Rose was outside, I decided to sic 'er on it. I took back and said, "There it is Rose! Get it Rose!" Meanwhile, Rose is sniffing the grass right beside her. "Rose! There it is! Go get it!" *Rabbit starts running away. Rose looks up... rump-a-rump-a-rump* Man, she took off like she hasn't in a long time. At first she was sight chasing, until the rabbit entered the tall, weedy area. Then she had to put her nose to the ground and use her God-given instincts. It sounded like someone was beating her. Seriously. She was practically screaming (in a dog voice... I'd be scared if she sounded like a human. ).
She did a really good job, not losing the trail often. Then Omega (our other female beagle) must have heard her from in the house because Dad tossed her out and she joined in the hunt. Poor Alpha. (our male beagle) You could here him barking from inside the house. He wanted some of the action! But we don't take him out too often unless we're really prepared... once he gets going, he doesn't obey very well.
After a little bit we gathered up those puppy dogs and headed back inside. It seems that the rabbit went into a hole because they were sniffing, running around, and just yipping for a little.
Rose was really pooped, the way she was panting. Yet she did a good job, that ol' Poser did. I think she'll sleep well tonight.

I'm going to go watch Valkyrie with the fam now. I'll let you know what I think of it.

~N~