These Boots

I wore some boots to work this week with a high heel, and I only chose to wear them because my jeans were too long for any other normal, flat, comfortable shoe. By noon, the balls of my feet ached, and I was reminded of why I only wear these jeans once every couple months. To me, wearing boots is a fashion statement. And that they have a HEEL, well that’s kind of a big deal for me. 

Sometimes I wish I cared about fashion, but my life seems complicated enough at times to add another element of something that I invest time, energy, and money into. I’m not saying being into fashion is bad. It’s not, it’s just not me. Everyone is interested in different things and that’s what makes us all so uniquely different from each other. That’s how God intended it. 

This whole fashion thing, and my aching feet, got me thinking about my childhood this morning. I remember crying, feeling humiliated, and being angry because my mom made me wear knickers as a child—when NO ONE else was. And if my school clothes weren’t handmade, they came from thrift stores or the Kmart clearance rack. My parents worked hard for our family, but I wished for once I could have something name-brand. 

And then came seventh grade, and one of the football players saw the label on my “Zena” jeans from Kmart… and made fun of me. Initially, I felt hurt and angry, but it was at that point in my life where my disinterest in fashion and shopping began. I somehow stopped caring about all of that. I associated name-brand things with mean people, and I wanted nothing to do with it. Of course, I know that’s not true, but our experiences shape the things we think from a young age. It took a long time for me to undo that way of thinking.  

I am so thankful to my mom for many reasons, but the simple, yet profound character-building lesson of frugality, resourcefulness, and ‘making do’ has taught me so much. Not being interested or caught-up in the latest styles has, at times, made me feel like an oddball because I’m a WOMAN after all! I should like that stuff, right? But my lack of concern in that area has freed me up to not be distracted by thinking so much about myself (which I probably do enough of already), how I look, or what I’m wearing. I believe this has also prepared me for working and serving the Lord in ministry. People are hurting and have needs, and at church, it’s all about reaching out and being there for them.

Let’s not kid ourselves… I’m not into fashion, but I still like to try to look good—and cute. But I won’t spend much time or energy, nor will I pay an arm and a leg for it. If that means I lack style, so be it. I’m starting to rather embrace being an oddball.  

Thanks, Mom.

Now where did I put those scissors to cut the length on those jeans? 

Colossians 3:16-17 ~ And cultivate thankfulness. Let the Word of Christ—the Message—have the run of the house. Give it plenty of room in your lives. Instruct and direct one another using good common sense. And sing, sing your hearts out to God! Let every detail in your lives—words, actions, whatever—be done in the name of the Master, Jesus, thanking God the Father every step of the way.

1 Comment

  1. Mom
    Nov 2, 2012

    Oh boy…….. I am at a loss for words. Ha! right? I am grateful that my teachings were heard. But…I am sorry if were humiliated and you teased! That can be painful.

    I do remember you wanting some name brand jeans, not in my budget and cutting a deal with you that if you wanted them that bad, you needed to save for half and I would pay the other. 🙂 I am not very materialistic because they are things and they don’t matter. I did try to influence you with that.:)

    I Love this writing and your words, acknowledgement of your momma who tried her best and succeeded!

    And you always look good and cute. Always. I Love you dearly!

    P.S. Those were not knickers….we call them capris.

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