We’re almost done with the 31 Days of Picture Book series, but I have to take a too-busy/have-a-cold day. So it’s your turn. Tell me about your favorite picture book in the comments and I’ll update and repost this day’s post later with a list of your favorites. Yep, here’s your chance to hijack my blog and talk about a book you like. I can’t wait to hear what you have to say.
Yes, I’m making up words today. Don’t even try to say them aloud.
So far in the 31 Days of Picture Books series I’ve been sharing children’s books I enjoy. Today, I’m sharing about some I don’t.
If you have a little girl, you’ve probably seen the Pinkalicious books written and illustrated by Victoria Kann and Elizabeth Kann. The first book is a cute, fun story about a little girl who is a bit too gaga for pink. But after you read it the third or fourth time, you begin to notice how demanding the main character is, how she throws tantrums, how she wants what she wants what she wants, etc. That’s when I start thinking, “I don’t really want to read this book to my children anymore.” I have similar opinions of the other three books I’ve read in the series. They all try to meet typical life situations, (peer pressure, teasing) but the result is usually a resolution of the situation instead of a conquering of the problem. And I guess I just don’t enjoy the writing. Giving a children’s book a bad review is like saying you don’t like Christmas, but my thumbs are down on Pinkalicious and her books.
I’m into Month 2 of the 7 Challenge. Yesterday I dove right into what I thought was a small collection but has clearly swelled into an ocean of clothes. I pulled out absolutely all the clothes I have and put them in one place to get an accurate idea of the real amount I hide away in drawers, closets, and storage bins.
No judging the surroundings! My house is not exactly a pottery barn house. But feel free to judge the sheer amount of fabric in this picture, because that’s kind of the point.
And that does not include the large bin of maternity clothes I’m keeping in the attic should they ever be needed again. Just the fact that I have a completely different wardrobe for a few short months in my life would confound so many people around the world.
I am so blessed.
My criteria for winnowing my closet had three rules.
If it doesn’t fit: get rid of it!
If it doesn’t match anything else: get rid of it!
If you’re sick of it: get rid of it!
So here’s what’s going:
(Please don’t hate me if you see something I’m giving away that you gave me. Rest assured, all of it has been worn and appreciated!)
What I’m most excited about in this picture are those two pink and purple princess dresses at the very top. My four-year-old daughter decided to get rid of these because she never wears them. She pulled them out of her dress up bag and never looked back. Probably because she has at least ten others. But it’s a start! I have to admit, those were her first two princess dresses and I get mentally weepy thinking of her two-year-old self wearing them on Christmas morning. We’re banishing that materialistic thinking, though! Photos and memories are enough.
So off to Sharing God’s Love we go. I am not against Goodwill, but I feel better about giving clothes to an organization that turns around and gives them away to people who need them.
I’m probably giving away some items of clothing that I’ll wish I had back in the next few months. That’s okay with me, though. As Eloisa James says in her memoir, Paris in Love, “Outfits are like casseroles — you only need to know how to make a couple.” Now, I just need to figure out how to make outfits. I think that’s at the root of many women’s wardrobe problems — we buy a cute top there or a fun looking pair of shoes here, but nothing really goes together. At least that’s my problem. I don’t make a study of fashion, but I do want to look presentable. I’m not buying anything for myself until mid-December, but when I do, I’ll follow two rules: (1) Shop with a list and (2) Buy with a complete ensemble in mind.
Honestly, I wish it didn’t matter so much if I look well put together or not. Part of me wants to look nice and part of me thinks of children with no shoes and yells “I don’t care if I look frumpy!” The yelling part wins often. I have always hated going into the mall, but I usually play the complacent window shopper well. In the past few weeks, I’m scared to go near the mall because I’m this close to picketing entrances with pictures of Indian orphans and yelling obscenities like “You don’t need a new leather jacket!” Yes, that’s an obscenity where I’m from. But I know I need to find a balance between blessing my husband/children/self/anyone else who has to stand the sight of me and blessing the least of these.
If you have any insight into this dilemma, please share. And share your photos if you’re joining me in this part of my 7 Challenge! It’s actually quite freeing. At the very least, you’ll have a cleaner closet when you’re done. I’m praying for more than a clean closet, though. I’m praying for change.
In case you haven’t been hit in the head with this brick-ish truth yet, it’s officially cold season. Yes, you lovers of hot chocolate, fuzzy sweaters, and fireside evenings, your beloved chilly weather comes with some not so lovely side effects.
Okay, okay, so most people get colds all throughout the year and the cold season is a bit of a myth, especially when you have young children. I think colds happen year round but they are exacerbated by heating our houses and schools, etc. I am a fan of being warm in winter, but central heat sure does dry your nasal passages out. Anyway! When your family is under the weather, it’s hard to explain to little ones that everyone is sick sometimes and sick people have to rest and get lots of good care to get better.
Explaining becomes easier with a picture book.
The Sick Day by Patricia MacLachlan is an adorable book about Emily, who wakes up one morning sick and has to stay home with Daddy. She is so typically five years old, with her strange requests and boredom mixed with excitement at being in bed all day. MacLachlan knows how children talk: “My toe hurts where I stubbed it last year,” Emily says. “It hurts on and off. The ons are long.” The illustrations are soft and cozy. Of course, this picture book makes a sick day with a young child look way easier and more heart touching than it usually is for me, although there have been some beautiful moments. But at least Daddy ends up sick the next day!
This is Day 24 of the 31 Days of Picture Books series. To see more, go here.