The first time I sported the ballcap/ponytail look was in September 1994 when Philip and I had been moving all day. I distinctly remember being mortified of my appearance as we stopped at Pizza Hut to eat. My husband, the problem solver, said, "Here, just wear this...you look great!" I pulled my hair back, slipped it through the hole, and checked myself out in the truck window. Yeah, not a lot of improvement, but at least my face was shadowed so you couldn't see I had no make-up on. From that point on: Ix-nay the Allcap-Bay! Cut to February 2008. It's time for a walk. It's bright outside. It's windy. My hair is everywhere. There's Philip's cap on the table. I can almost hear him say, "Here, just wear this...you look great!" What the heck... Despite my feelings of "This is SO not ME", I completely enjoyed the functionality and utilitarianism of the capped walk. And though I would have been pleased to keep my newfound wardrobe item a secret, I was forced (by the frightening display of mangled hair beneath the cap) to wear the hat in front of my entire family as I cooked dinner that night. To my surprise, they were enthusiastically in favor of my new look. I assumed the first few comments were made in jest, but they insisted they were sincere. So now, I have fewer and fewer reservations as I wear a ballcap for almost every walk. And I have more and more free time since I don't fuss over my hairstyle every single day.
Speaking of every single day: have I told you how much I enjoy frozen blueberries? WalMart sells them in a little freezer zipper-lock bag. They are tasty by themselves...messy, but tasty. They are also wonderful tossed in fruit salad or pancake batter. But, if you sprinkle some into a small cup of vanilla yogurt and top with either walnuts or granola.... Wowwie Wow Wow!
Thank You, Lord, for walking with me slow and steady. Thank You for Your blessings. Thank You for your character...Your Holy Righteousness...Your Loving Kindess. I want to be like YOU.