Giant Turtle Slippers
My speaking engagement went great last night - I always love it when the special feature is a fashion show; it's the perfect lead-in for me to show off my giant, fuzzy turtle slippers. When the show is over and I'm introduced, I say, "You know, I've always wanted to model, but there just isn't much demand for chubby petites! But it just occurred to me, I'm up here with the microphone - I can do whatever I want!" Then I explain that it's very important for your "look" to be coordinated from head to toe. Shoes make the outfit.
Next I step out from behind the podium wearing these ghastly things on my feet and proceed to strut around the audience like I'm Kate Moss:
It brings the house down and I get to live out my fantasty. Sort of. I'm much thinner in my fantasies.
Here's a poem I wrote for my daughter, Lauren:
Tuck-in Time
Next I step out from behind the podium wearing these ghastly things on my feet and proceed to strut around the audience like I'm Kate Moss:
It brings the house down and I get to live out my fantasty. Sort of. I'm much thinner in my fantasies.
Here's a poem I wrote for my daughter, Lauren:
Tuck-in Time
Goodbye, little one, I know you have to go now
You were so brave, uprooting yourself from an environment
so safe, so sure, so secure
You were so brave, uprooting yourself from an environment
so safe, so sure, so secure
You risked. I applaud you. I know that it was hard
And you were so proud of yourself. Yeah! High five!
And now, look where you are...alone, fighting the fear,
the gut grabbing fear that comes first thing in the morning
and doesn't leave at night. And so, your brilliant smile that
shone for such a brief time, has disappeared, as you will disappear for awhile.
Back to the shell to hide...to think...to cry.
And now, look where you are...alone, fighting the fear,
the gut grabbing fear that comes first thing in the morning
and doesn't leave at night. And so, your brilliant smile that
shone for such a brief time, has disappeared, as you will disappear for awhile.
Back to the shell to hide...to think...to cry.
Your poem made me cry. Loved it!
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FAB PIcs
Look like you hadan amazing time!!!
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Oh, they look like anything but SHOES. Can people wear them and step outside? It would invite funny stares.
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If anyone thinks Susan's turtle slippers are cute in the picture, they look even better in person! She wore these as she trudged into the room at our Circle Retreat recently held at Ocean Isle. Of course, these slippers only augmented part of her ensemble, because to look at these, you had to get past the foam turtle visor and the genuine turtle shell purse (complete with fringe)!!!
I invited Susan to our retreat after hearing her speak at a Stonecroft Ministry event. I knew her "turtle testimony" and analogies would make her a great "keynoter" for our retreat entitled "SeaSide Escape." I was ecstatic when her calendar of events allowed her to attend.
I, nor my circle sisters, were disappointed. She is not only a powerfully dynamic speaker, but a genuinely warm person! Susan always speaks to the soul, and she touched our heart strings with her "musings." She surprised me by "coming out of her shell" with her guitar and singing one of the newest songs she has written. My group enjoyed the CD, "Expectantly", which she and her husband, Roger, have produced.
Of course, I can't divulge all, but suffice it to say that we had a wonderfully relaxing, spiritual encounter. I hope one day that we can have Susan come back for a sequel!!! She is a true vessel made by the Potter's Hand.
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