Loving: Things to Worry About

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F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote a letter to his 11 year old daughter Scottie.  I love that this sage advice is as true for an 11 year old as it is for a 30 year old.  I also love the thread of self reliance he weaves throughout the list.  Quite progressive for a father in his time, no?

Left to Right: F. Scott Fitzgerald, Scottie, Zelda in 1927 via telegraph.co.uk

Things to worry about:

Worry about courage
Worry about cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship

Things not to worry about: 

Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions

Things to think about: 

What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:

(a) Scholarship
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?

With dearest love,

Daddy

Source: F. Scott Fitzgerald: A Life in Letters

Fall Favorites

Top to bottom, left to right: HannahBlountJewelry barnacle ring, Galvinized Headwear Gossip Curl, Cocoa Butter Stick, MAC Oversexed plushglass, OPI Tickle My France-y, Hydrolatum, LUSH SugarBabe

Too long

I've been away too long...I'm back, sort of.  Please accept this as a gift from me (or Wendy) to you.  It's worth the five minutes

Neglect

This blog has been neglected lately...there's not much sartorially noteworthy about the togs one wears when pregnant with twins.  Also, I lack motivation to seek out sartorial eye candy because, well, I'm selfish, and if I can't wear it...NO ONE CAN (not exactly but you catch my drift).  For now,  I'm nesting and filling every room in my house with baby paraphernalia as is my prerogative.  Please bear with me.  These days you can find me here. 

Loving: Eight-Year-Olds Publish Study in Respected Science Journal

"We also discovered that science is cool and fun because you get to do stuff that no one has ever done before."

via: Gawker

Sometimes...

Autumn by the tracks

Sometimes

Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail.
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes will step back from war,

elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best intentions do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.

The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.

-- Sheenagh Pugh

And AGAIN! with Life List No.40

So, that first apron I made?  It hasn't yet seen the light of day.  My Dr. Betty, precious, precious Dr. Betty is saving it because it's so special to her.  The second?  It has been sent to San Diego. The third, though, is the charm.  This apron, friends, is for the Neighbor System.  I knew I could count on this lovely lady to take a picture of this piece.  Feast! Your! EYES!

Photo courtesy of  Neighbor Sister 

So there!  This is the first time I've used a pattern.  Take that Life List No. 40.  I'm learning to SEW!