Well, they caught up with me in the form of a coupon I got in the mail for a free drink for my birthday. Word.
I and my crazy hair redeemed it yesterday in the form of a caramel apple spice. Yumm. I gave the lady my order and went all out and asked for a grande. She said, “It’s free! Why not get a venti?” Don’t mind if I do.
So basically, my birthday is apparently still not over. I’m rocking this birthday season out.
P.S. I just signed up for Instagram! Do any of you guys have it? Do you have any tips? I’m clueless.
You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot help the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by encouraging class hatred. You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich. You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than you earn. You cannot build character and courage by taking away man’s initiative and independence. You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves.
A very political statement, but I love it. I’m pretty sure you can guess what line is this diy-loving girl’s favorite.
You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift.
I haven’t always loved thrift. When I graduated high school, my parents took me to New York and I spent some of my graduation money on a pair of Fendi shoes. That was the anti-epitomy of thrift. (Not sure if that’s a word, but that’s what I’m going with.)
I’m so glad I did that because I cherish those shoes. I’m so glad I did that because I will NEVER do that again. Ha!
I started getting into this whole “thrifty is nifty”/”Goodwill is the coolest thing since sliced bread” craze when it became trendy. All of the sudden I found endless blogs of people creating beautiful things from rundown thrift store finds and thought, “I could do that.”
But now I’m sucked into that mentality. And honestly, it was meant to be. My Bibi (maternal grandmother) is the most thrifty person I know. She can find a bargain in the Sahara desert in a sand storm. She can spot a thrift store a mile away. And I’m trying to learn all I can from her.
Not only is she thrifty, but she is wise with her money. And she is the most generous woman I have ever met. No joke.
I believe that is what prosperity is. Only buying what you can afford. Spending your money wisely. Giving of yourself to others. Having your financial priorities in order. Taking care of your possessions. Living a joyful, blessed, and balanced life because you know you’re not stretching yourself too thin.
It’s easy to be thrifty when you’re a poor newlywed, but it’s not easy to learn to live in prosperity in the midst of tight finances. It’s action combined with mindset. Timothy and I are learning and trying and failing and succeeding.
And on that note, I’m going to go hang out on the free chair we picked up off the side of the road, wear my ridiculously expensive Fendi shoes, and ponder the meaning of balance.
I would, I could knit everywhere and be happy as a clam. Where’s your favorite place to knit?
Did you see this???
And just look at it lit up. So, so beautiful! As soon as I get crackin on some Christmas presents, I’m going to have to start on this. I’m thinking above our dining room table or maybe in our bedroom? I just love this idea so much. Head over to A Beautiful Mess for the whole tutorial.
It reminds me of a more permanent version of these crepe paper chandeliers I saw on Pinterest:
via Style Me Pretty
I love this look so much! I actually tried something similar for my dad’s birthday party (with manly colors of course), but the decorating experience was so dramatic I didn’t get any pictures. Think – we lost the bag of crepe paper/all the decorating supplies from the party store and didn’t realize it until midnight Saturday night and the party was the next day. Enter quick trip to Wal-Mart where they have quit selling crepe paper??? Yeah, I don’t know what’s up with that. But while it didn’t turn out quite like I was hoping, I was still happy with it.
Happy enough to want to make some own for my house. But now I’m definitely going to make one out of material! What do you guys think? Do you love this idea or what??!!
So it was only a fundraiser, but when you’re Indian, things quickly become extravaganzas.
Timothy’s dad hosted a fundraiser Monday night for Lafayette’s mayor and another city official. Members of the Punjabi community (a region/people group of India) showed up full force. It was in the Indian restaurant his dad used to own and he asked Timothy to get a jazz group together.
Timothy played saxaphone, his brother played keyboard, our church bass player played bass, and two friends of Timothy’s played trumpet and drums. Every single musician was outstanding! So so good.
See what I mean?
They played for about three hours. The wives/sisters of the musicians got to hang out and eat Indian food the whole time. The majority of the people there didn’t speak English, so we just smiled at everyone.
That is, until the fundraiser was over. Most of the people were gone and the band was packing everything up. The restaurant owners turned the lights down, turned the three (yes, three!) disco balls on, and cranked up the Indian music. Apparently they also brought out some alcohol because some of the men were getting pretty “happy.” As I was waiting for Timothy to get done packing up, the drunk mayor of some region in India grabbed me and started doing some weird Indian dance. Ummm, yeah. That was pretty crazy and terrifying.
Thankfully we all got out alive. Indian dancing aside, we had so much fun! Delicious food, wonderful company, and great music.
They played a selection of jazz classics and gospel music. Those Indians sure loved “Falling in Love With Jesus.” Ha! After the fundraiser was over the musicians just started playing around. Josh had been wanting to do “Feeling Good” by Michael Buble all night and finally got his chance.
He’s so crazy talented, but he kept cracking us up with all his key changes!
So if you’re local and in need of an amazing jazz group, and promise to keep out drunk dancing mayors, keep these guys in mind! Ha!
I'm honored that you took time to stop by my blog! My name is Whitney, and I'm a diy loving, piano playing, sewing obsessed, thrifty, non-house cleaning, crafty newlywed. I love God, my husband, and life as a wife. If you'd like to know more, just check out my About Me page. Much love!
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