Monday, March 26, 2012


Princess LOVES Easter. The music at church, the family time, the pastels, the flashlight egg hunts after dark, the nausea after eating fourteen Jell-O eggs… it makes her heart happy.

Princess goes all out at Easter, unless she’s stressed, and then she goes shopping. This is exactly what happened last year when she was too panicked to make her Easter dress, a fabulous but strenuous precedence that she had set two years prior when she made this:
The outfit was made complete with matching nail polish (Essie Looking for Love), a matching tie for husband Captain Cuddlecups (this is a big deal as he never allows this), and cake pops made to look like bunnies. (Yes, the ears are tic-tacs.) It was a glorious day full of bunny-eating.

The next year, Princess was feeling less into lavender and more into a coral-orange kind of thing, so she made this:
The outfit was made complete with giant bow, pockets, and earrings made from awesome buttons. It was again a glorious day full of spinning.

Last year, no dress was made. Princess totally flaked like an IDIOT, and she is still mad at herself. (She really should have known better than to start such a dangerous tradition. Please remind her of this when she has children and decides to scrapbook their every move.) Really, she had no excuse, as the two previous years she had been working fulltime and completing her masters, yet she still cranked out some Easter cheer. Last minute, she bought this skirt on sale at Ann Taylor Loft, and it was fine, but nothing to bunny hop over, especially when there's paleness and frizziness to consider.

This year she refuses to be lazy, cheerless Princess! This year she will restore the former glory of Easter outfittedness! Alas, she went to the fabric store today and panicked majorly because of the OPTIONS. Truly, options are Princess' worst nightmare, worse than the baby-headed machine spider from Toy Story. Just the question, “Waffle fries or sweet potato fries?” will send Princess’ brain screeching to a halt for a solid ten minutes. It’s called decision paralysis, and it’s brought on by thinking things like WHAT IF I MAKE THE WRONG DECISION AND IT CHANGES THE COURSE OF MY LIFE AND I END UP WITH NO TEETH AND LIVING UNDER A BRIDGE. Illogical? Maybe, but nevertheless, Princess’ perfectionism cannot cope. She insists on ALWAYS making the right decision even if she’s just ordering at Chick-Fil-A. It’s exhausting, and no one likes her.

Here are Princess’ options for the high-waisted pencil skirt she envisions wearing with a bright skinny belt. HELP HER or else she will end up with a crazy multi-print dress a la Mondo, but let’s get real, it will not turn out cute like his.

Bonus: An old picture of Captain Cuddlecups' one fat foot.

Monday, March 19, 2012

the weight of worry

Princess worries. No, really, she WORRIES like whoa. She frequently tells herself to relax and take a chill pill, but then wonders, where are these illusive chill pills? Princess added these to her shopping list years ago, and frankly, it stresses her out that she cannot find them, and she usually resorts to drowning her feelings in her mom's newest dessert creation. (The current creation: salted caramel ice cream with crunched up pretzels. Seriously, don't ever try it because its deliciousness will ruin your life.) It's problematic to say the least.

Princess' father is quite wise, so for the sake of fun blogging identities, Priness will call him The Sage. The Sage has said to Princess many times that worry is simply a lack of faith that God will handle her issues. And while this makes perfect sense to her brain, her hyperactive nervous system often does not get the memo. (Please, no comments about the true role of the nervous system. Princess made a "B" in Biology, and frankly, that was lucky.)

Recently Princess discovered this verse and doodled it three times in hopes that it would sink in. (She may need to doodle it again.) In truth, the word "fret" in this context means the anxiousness that stems from anger, but Princess feels confident that the concept is true whether one is feeling frantic from anger or frantic because of other reasons.

As the author of life, God knows how to handle its intricacies much better than we do. The challenge is to stand confident in this knowledge rather than be crushed by waves of worry. When we refuse to acknowledge that God is in control and instead place ourselves in the driver's seat, we're not only burdened, but living in a dangerous place, positioned for the evil that inevitably accompanies idolatry. Yet when we acknowledge that God is our shield and hiding place from the never-ending stresses, we can finally rest.

Princess feels like she just lost 20 pounds. (Best diet ever.)