My sweet husband is insanely, incredibly, mind-blowingly passionate about music. Here's an example:
Husband: "Do you hear how compressed those guitars are?"
Me: (straining to be a good wife and hear it) "No???"
Husband: "Really? You can't tell a difference between these guitars and these guitars?"
Me: (still trying really hard to hear it...) "No???"
Seriously, that man is the most beautiful person to me. Thankfully, he indulges me every time I go shopping. "Hey, show me the pretties you got. I wanna see those treasures!" What a great husband I have! He's so dear to my heart ...and just like I don't hear compressed guitars and "feel like I'm sitting on a rooftop at night" (He said that about a Flaming Lips song), he doesn't know who Tory Burch is and doesn't get excited to know that a boxy top needs to be paired with fitted pants. Don't get me wrong, he knows about t-strap shoes, ballet flats, and who Betsey Johnson is. He knows these things because he loves me.
He loves me enough to tell me when there's lipstick on my teeth at the dance recital.
When I go thrifting, I take forever. I find treasures. I find gold. I love the hunt. Paying 49 cents for a shirt I love is something I get so excited about. Finding weird, kitschy mushroom cups and dainty teacups for rock-bottom prices gets my blood pumping. Asian men, who are probably Buddhas but I renamed "Happy Christians", ya'll get it. I feel like somewhere in the blogosphere there is a person who knows what I'm talkin' 'bout! When I feel like it's a little odd to be a Christian girl who saved herself for marriage, there's another Christian blogger who will give me an Amen! When I wanna have 5 pairs of black pants because they all have a different silhouette? Someone in the blog world doesn't think that's excessive. When I feel like I'm upset because someone is freakin' glued to their stupid phone and won't be present with who they're with.... ya'll know. When I get the urge to turn my house upside down with a re-decorating project, it's just fine because you've already done it. When I feel like a giganto truck because I love to eat rolls at Logan's Roadhouse, there's someone with a self-acceptance blog to make me realize, I'm pretty. When I'm the ONLY person I know my age who is crazy-in-love with Shabby Chic, there's a blogger out there who shares the love.
What I'm trying to say is... Thank you. Thank you for being people who know. You make my world better. I feel a little less weird-girl. A little less unrelatable.
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<3Jana Faith <3
(Dear real life friends, don't be mad. I love you immensely. You took me for me before I had a blog and for that.....you're the BEST)