Five Things Friday (#20)

Happy Friday and happy Groundhug Day!

I’m not feeling very chatty today so let’s get to the point! Five things!

1. This Patch

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by Pommecopine on Etsy

I feel like this is what my soul looks like.

2. Book Clutches by Mrs. Chaplin on Etsy

These are so far out of my budget it’s physically painful, but look how BEAUTIFUL they are. People are so talented.

3. Lady Bird

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Lady Bird was so good, you guys. Poignant and funny and painfully realistic. My mom, sister and I all left the theater in tears, but in a good way, like we’d just experienced something together.

4. Jackie Diedam

I love the color and life in these prints. Her paintings look like my dream life.

5. This personal essay by Stacy London

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Stacy London was an icon in my household growing up. My mom and I loved What Not to Wear and considered her the arbiter of all things cool and chic. As an adult I’ve really grown to appreciate her in the age of social media: she continues to be cool, eloquent, and put together. In this essay though, she reminded me that just like everyone else, she’s a person and being a person is messy. It really spoke to my heart and made me feel less alone in the things I’ve been going through.

Today, though, there is a new year ahead of me. And I am very conscious of my mistakes and my need to rectify them, not just to stay afloat but to banish this serious knock to my own sense of self-esteem. A lot broke last year. And from all that brokenness, there is no other choice but to affirm life. It means picking up the pieces of mine off the floor. There are so many shards, sometimes I feel like it will be impossible to put them all back together. Being broken doesn’t presuppose you can put yourself back together just as you were. It means there will be cracks and wounds, battlecries of a life lived and mistakes made. We move forward, and everything changes. Nothing is static, including me. I don’t know if this new year will be better than the last one. Everyone keeps telling me not to worry. How could things get worse? I honestly don’t want to know the answer to that.
What I want now is some glue.
And hope is very sticky, indeed.

💖

Published by clairelaminen

I am a Ventura, California native with a compulsion to create. I'm a storyteller, through writing, photography, and occasionally music. Weekends are for camping with my husband, reading, and hunting for vintage treasures, which I sell in my Etsy shop, Peace & Goodwill. My favorite things include lavender lattes, swimming in the ocean, true crime podcasts, The X-Files, and Peaky Blinders. I hope to become a full-time writer, bestselling novelist, and a continually improving reflection of God's grace. Proverbs 16:24

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