Mud, Milkshakes, and Dancing Pt 1

Hello! 🙂

So this week has been pretty crazy with my vacation and all (it was a blast!) so I haven’t had as much time as I’ve wanted to work on this story.  So this is merely part one.  I honestly don’t know if there will be more than one other part, but I guess we’ll see where the story takes me! 🙂

I truly love the 50’s era (yay for old movies and tv shows!) so I just had to write a story centered in it.  The year is 1953, and a girl named Lucy is a total bookworm and doesn’t like to do anything other than read.  So of course I had to throw her out of her comfort zone and into a double date situation.  How will it end?  Even I don’t know yet.  Now, without further ado, on with the show!

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“You don’t do anything, do you, Lucy? You just sit inside, reading every chance you get. Don’t you think you should be out, I don’t know, living?” my roommate and sister, Linda, said. She brushed her hair back into a fancy updo before starting to apply her make up.

“You don’t understand. I am living. Right now I’m a knight in King Arthur’s court. Yesterday I was a detective searching for a murderer. I live a different life every time I open a book.” I muttered just loud enough so she could still hear me. Half of my brain was still entirely focused on the fascinating story I was reading so I wasn’t really listening to my sister’s lecture. I fully tuned her out as she continued, talking about how that wasn’t really living. I had heard this all several times before and it was irritating by now. My parents had just given up and accepted the fact that I am a bookworm, but Linda wasn’t known for giving up.

My attention was fully grabbed only when she snatched my book from my hands.

“Hey,” I protested though I knew it was useless. Linda was in a mood tonight, and when she was in a mood, there was no point in arguing with her.

“You are going to come out with me tonight,” she tossed my book on top of the wardrobe where she knew I couldn’t reach it.

“Where are you going?” I eyed her proper attire and felt my gut clench.

Linda didn’t answer as she opened the wardrobe and pulled out one of my nicest dresses. She tossed it at me and it landed on my lap. Then she sifted through my shoes till she found a pair of black heels, which also found their way onto my lap.

I begrudgingly complied to her demands and changed from my jeans and sweatshirt into the nicer clothes.

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going,” I reminded her as she sat me down to do my make up.

“That’s because I know you too well. As soon as I told you there’s no way you would go,” she said.

“You’re acting as though I have a choice.”

She smirked in response. Finally, just as she had dolled me up to her liking, the doorbell rang. My heart dropped. If someone was coming to our door, then that meant it was probably Linda’s date. And if she wanted me to come too then there was probably a date for me outside as well. Why would she do this to me? She knew I was a total klutz when it came to boys. I barely had time to flash her a panicked look when she opened the door to her boyfriend, Jacob. They’d been going steady for a few months now, and he was a nice enough guy, if not a bit preoccupied with his brand new ’53 Ford Thunderbird automobile.

“Hey, Lin, are you ready to split?” Jacob said, taking her hand into his own.

Linda nodded and motioned for me to follow them. Every step I took I went a little slower. Dread filled my bones and my hands shook. I cast a final glance towards our bedroom where my book was still on top of the wardrobe. I wondered if I made a break for it and locked the door if I could get out of going tonight.

“Lucy, come on. We’ll introduce you to Greg. He’s a total sweetheart,” Linda called back to me and I reluctantly dismissed my escape plan.

I closed the front door behind me and took a deep breath before facing this ‘Greg’ person. From the first glance I could see I was not the only one who didn’t want to be here. The young man was looking at everything except for me. In fact, he seemed to be directly avoiding looking at me. I noticed that though he had his hands in his pockets he was fidgeting them.

“Lucy, this is Greg. He’s Jacob’s cousin visiting town for a little while. Greg, this is Lucy, my sister,” Linda said, grabbing my hand and jerking me closer.

“Nice to meet you,” Greg shook my hand quickly before again averting his gaze.

“You too,” I mumbled.

“We’d better get going. The movie at the drive in is supposed to start in a few minutes,” Jacob opened the passenger side door for Linda and she entered the vehicle. Unfortunately, the process didn’t go as smooth when Greg opened my door. He was so nervous he hit himself with the door and when I asked him if he was ok he just nodded, his face red. I decided not to press it anymore, not wanting to embarrass him further, but he started to close the door again before I had fully gotten into the car. I winced as the door hit my leg, but didn’t make a noise.

“I-I’m so sorry. Are you alright? I am such a klutz! I am so sorry,” Greg sputtered.

“It’s ok,” I lied. In truth, my leg was now throbbing and I figured I would have a nasty bruise by the end of the night.

The drive to the theatre was nothing if not an awkward one. Jacob and Linda were talking non-stop, but Greg and I mostly sat in silence. This is why I disliked dates so much. Though I’d only been on a couple other ones, they had all gone similarly to this one.

“H-have you lived here your whole life?” Greg surprised me by being the one to break the silence.

“No, we lived in Colorado until I was seven,” I replied. “What about you? You live out of town?”

“Yes, in a little town in Arizona called Flagstaff.”

“How long are you going to be here?”

“Around two weeks.”

I bit my lip searching for something else to say. This conversation was pretty dull compared to the one I had been reading about between King Arthur and Sir Lancelot before Linda dragged me into this. Then again, I found most things dull in comparison to the marvelous adventures that happened in my books.

“What do you usually do for fun?” Greg interrupted my thoughts and I realized I hadn’t responded to what he had said last.

“Oh, well, I usually just stay at home and read,” I said simply.

“I see. So this isn’t what you’d normally be doing on a Friday night?”

I blushed and focused on the scenery that was flying by as we drove. “No, and honestly my sister surprised me with this tonight. I had no idea she was planning this.”

“I’m sorry that I’ve interrupted your reading,” he said, sounding truly apologetic.

I glanced back at him, taken back. “It’s not your fault. I’m sure you didn’t want to spend your vacation with a girl you don’t even know. Unless you did want to. Then it is your fault,” I chuckled to show him I was joking.

“Jacob surprised me too. I arrived this afternoon and he was throwing my suit at me and telling me to get ready,” Greg shrugged.

“You only arrived today? Golly, after such a long trip I would be exhausted,” I said.

“Oh, I am, believe me,” he laughed quietly.

“Then I am sorry that I am interrupting you resting.”

He waved away my apology with a flick of his wrist. “If we are to blame anyone, I say we blame my cousin and your sister.”

I laughed in agreement.

“What movie are we seeing anyway?” Greg asked.

“I really have no idea. Like I said, Linda sprung this all on me last second so I don’t know anymore than you do.”

He acknowledged my response but didn’t say anything. He already seemed less nervous and I realized I was too. Perhaps this wouldn’t be quite like the other dates I’d been on.

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So there’s part one!  I think it’s pretty cute so far and I can’t wait to see where this goes! 🙂

Anna Christine ❤

Beach Nails

So I’m going on vacation to the beach this week so I of course had to give myself beach nails!  It was very simple, and very cute! 🙂

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The first thing to do is paint your pinkie nail entirely yellow, your ring finger halfway yellow, and make it less and less for your middle and pointer finger.  Don’t use any yellow on your thumbnail.

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Use a blue polish to paint the rest of the nails.

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With a toothpick or dotting tool use white polish to cover the line between the blue and yellow polishes. The messier the better!

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For the pinkie nail I decided to add a little crab, which I did with my dotting tool and red, white, and blue polish.  You could do whatever you wanted to here! On my other hand’s pinkie nail I did a little starfish which was a lot easier. 🙂

IMG_1319 (1)To finish it off I used clear polish with blue sparkles in it and painted it over the blue and white polish.  That’s how I got this cute, beach look! 🙂  Let me know if you try it out!

Anna Christine ❤

 

How To Train Your Dragon Toothless Tsum Tsum

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If you’ve heard of Disney’s Tsum Tsums, you know that they are super cute bean like versions of Disney characters.  Well, I got to thinking the other day that I wish there was a tsum tsum of Toothless, from ‘How to Train Your Dragon’. I mean, Toothless is already adorable, how cute would he be if he was in tsum tsum form?  Unfortunately, they’re called ‘Disney Tsum Tsums’ for a reason and Toothless is a DreamWorks character.  So I decided if I couldn’t buy a Toothless tsum tsum, I’d make my own!

I used: Black felt, red felt, green felt, needle and thread, hot glue gun, and toilet paper (I used it as the stuffing! 🙂 )

Make your pattern.  For me, I had the bottom part be 3 3/4 inches long and 2 inches wide.  Also the back/sides piece was 3 3/4 inches long (the same length of the bottom) and it was 4 inches wide.  I just eyeballed the size of the head and butt piece (they need to be the same size) to what looked like the right size that the 4 inch side of the body piece would wrap most of the way around it and made it oval.  Don’t forget that the bottom piece will cover some of the oval so don’t worry that your body piece doesn’t completely wrap around the head.  I traced the pattern onto the back of my black felt with a white pencil.  I even found felt that had a scale print on it so that was really cool! 🙂

Sew one of the ovals to the 4 inch side of the felt.  It can be kind of tricky to sew the flat piece of felt to the round one, but just keep turning it and you’ll be fine!  🙂   If you have a pattern on your felt like me, make sure you sew it so when it’s flipped inside out the pattern is on the right side!  One you sew the one side on, sew the other one on as well.  Once finished, flip it inside out.  (I used white thread so it would be easier to see for the pictures purpose, but I’d recommend using black or really dark blue thread.  If all you have is white you can do what I did at the end which is simply using a black marker to color the white thread.)

Start to sew the bottom part of the felt around the edges.  Once you have about an inch or two of an opening left, stuff it with stuffing, or toilet paper, or scrap fabric.  Anything soft will work!  Once it is stuffed to your liking, sew the rest of the gap closed.

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Trace and cut out the details that make Toothless Toothless!  There are no measurements for these, just do whatever you think looks best!  I happened to forget to cut out little feet in time for this picture, so be sure to add those.  After cutting all the pieces, hot glue them into place.

After I made Toothless, I figured he was a little lonely without his best friend, Hiccup.  So I made him too!  Hiccup had several more details, such as, well, clothes and hair (lol) but I just cut strips out of green, brown, and black felt and glued them on top of the tan felt.  These guys are two of my most favorite characters ever and I had a lot of fun making them!  Let me know if you try it out!

Anna Christine ❤

 

Paint Chip Mermaid

Hello! 🙂

So recently I was at Home Depot in the paint section.  While my mom was buying paint, I was more interested in the colorful paint chips that filled one wall.  I put a few colors together, and I was inspired.  This mermaid is the result! 🙂

So the colors I picked out were two shades of purple, two shades of blue and a tan.  I then just drew out some shapes like you see above. 🙂

I then proceeded to cut out the shapes and trace them onto the back of the paint chips before then cutting those out.

Now you can start gluing all your pieces together! I just used regular Elmer’s glue.  I also cut out thin strips of the different colors to put on her bangs as high lights.

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I added details with sharpies and I think my little mermaid turned out really cute!  This was  really fun, easy, and totally inexpensive (yay for free paint chips!)  You could make anything out of paint chips like a fairy, a dragon, or even a rainbow dog!  (That could be really cute!)

Let me know if this inspired you to make something with paint chips! 🙂

Anna Christine ❤

Sapphires: Genuine, or Fabricated?

Recently I went in search of a sapphire ring. At the jewelers, the lady showed me a beauty, but it was a bit expensive, so she said,

“I can order you a fabricated stone for your price range, and an advantage of doing fabricated is it can be all the same shade of blue and it can be cut more intricately. It can look prettier.”

My mom who was with me replied, “But…it’s fake.”

The lady agreed.

I didn’t realize at first how much truth this exchange held. Let’s use the sapphire as a metaphor for Christianity.

The fabricated sapphire is beautiful! It looks like your dream gem. It sparkles in the light and it’s the perfect shade of blue. Everything is how it should be…except that’s all external. No matter how much it looks the part, it’s still just glass.

The natural sapphire is beautiful as well, but it could be prettier. It’s a shade darker than you would have liked. It doesn’t have as many facets as the fabricated stone. But the natural has something that the fabricated could never have. It is genuine, not fake.

This sounds like I’m talking about physical beauty, doesn’t it? Well, it could be taken that way for sure. But I’m discussing something much deeper.

There are millions of fabricated sapphire people out there. They look the part. They look better than the part! They may go to church every Sunday. They may volunteer at a homeless shelter. They do good works that make them look very pretty. They seem pretty much perfect. But my mom said it best.

“But it’s fake.”

Maybe it’s not in this life that it’s proven that all their deeds were for nothing. Maybe it happens when they stand before the judgment throne of God. Then all of their good works and their pretty sparkles can only shatter into the worthless shards of glass that they were all along. Matthew 7: 22-23 says,

“On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’ vs23 And then will I (Jesus) declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness.”

There are not near as many real sapphire people out there. They don’t look the part. They don’t look like the type of people that God would choose to be real. In fact, they’re the ones who are constantly stumbling over their words and don’t usually like to be the center of attention.

Here’s where the similarities between natural and fabricated sapphires and life end though. The literal fabricated sapphire can’t turn into a real one, no matter what. But when you’re talking about people, then it is possible.

I was once a fabricated sapphire. In other words, I was someone who went to church every Sunday and I liked to help people and I was an all around nice kid. I was often told that I was sweet and whatever people call little girls who smile all the time. You may know what I’m going to say next.

“But it’s fake.”

I may have sparkled and looked good, but my soul was made of glass. There was no point to my good works other than to make me look good and ‘it’s just a nice thing to do’. What did that do for me? Nothing.

But you know what? God sent His Son for fabricated sapphires. Only He has the power to change fake into real. And let me tell you right now that He didn’t change me because I sparkled a little more than the person next to me. He did not look at me and see anything remotely pretty. All he saw was glass…worthless, cheap glass. But He chose me anyway. And that blows me away. 1 Timothy 1:15 couldn’t say it better.

“The saying is trustworthy and deserving of full acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am the foremost.”

God made me realize that I was no pretty thing and I could do absolutely nothing to change that. So He did it all. He changed me into a genuine sapphire. A Born-Again Christian. He didn’t change me part way and say that I had to do good things so I could change the rest of the way. I could never do anything that God considers to be worthy of salvation. So what can I do? All I can do is praise Him for His amazing grace and point others to Him.  Now I don’t do good works to get myself to heaven.  I do them to show that my transformation into a genuine sapphire is already completed and it was only because of God that it happened. So why did God pick me? The next verse in 1 Timothy 1 tells me.

Vs 16“But I received mercy for this reason, that in me, as the foremost (sinner), Jesus Christ might display His perfect patience as an example to those who were to believe in Him for eternal life. Vs 17 To the King of the ages, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen.”

And so I am a genuine sapphire, and I have no one to thank except for Jesus Christ who died for me.

 

Anna Christine ❤

He Lives!

Happy Resurrection Day!

On Friday, I posted about Good Friday and well, why it’s good. In that post I said death did not defeat Jesus. We see that in John 20. I want to do a different kind of post here though. Instead of doing this like I did for my Good Friday one, I’m going to write about the resurrection in story form. Specifically from Mary Magdalene’s point of view, starting off from John 20: 11. 🙂

 

Mary’s eyes hurt from crying and her head ached as she stood outside the empty tomb. An image continued to go through her mind. Her Lord hanging on the cross, dying a horrible death when He did not deserve it. That picture would not leave her anytime soon, if ever.

And now He was gone. Literally gone. As if it wasn’t bad enough that they had killed Him, now someone had stolen His body. She stooped to enter, swiping at her never-ending tears. Her heart stopped as she saw two men dressed in a brilliant white sitting where Jesus had lain.

“Why are you weeping?” they asked.

“They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid Him,” she answered and turned to see another man standing there, but he was dressed ordinarily. He looked like the sort of man that would be a gardener.

“Why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” he said, his voice kind. Maybe he would tell her what had happened to Jesus. Maybe he had something to do with it.

“Sir, if you have carried Him away, tell me where you have laid Him, and I will take Him away,” she begged.

“Mary,” the man said in a dearly familiar voice, and suddenly she saw who He really was. Her heart burst with inexplicable joy.

“Teacher!” she cried. Her tears, now of happiness, streamed down her face as she tried to wrap her mind around the fact that He was here. Alive.

“Do not cling to Me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father; but go to My brothers and say to them, I am ascending to My Father and your Father, to My God and your God,” he said gently. She didn’t quite understand what he meant, but she did what He asked and ran to find His disciples. She had seen Jesus die, and yet He was alive! How could this be? He truly was God.

Mary burst into the room where the disciples were gathered. The room was silent and thick with grief. They all turned to look at her when she entered. She took a deep breath and said,

“I have seen the Lord!”

 

This is why I celebrate Easter. Not because of candy and bunnies.  I celebrate because Jesus lives, and because He lives, I can also.

Happy Resurrection Day 🙂

Anna Christine ❤

Good Friday

Matthew 27 tells of the world’s darkest day: the day that the Lord Jesus died on the cross. That day was so extremely sad, because He who was perfect and unworthy of death died. But that day also expressed the greatest love possible. Jesus died for a reason; He died to save sinners. Romans 3:23 says

“All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.”

If you only read that verse, you would lose hope. Because if we’ve all sinned and fallen short of God’s glory, what can we do? The answer to that is simply: nothing. Nothing we do could ever make us good enough. Thankfully, it’s not up to us.

“All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, (vs 24) and are justified by His grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, (vs 25) whom God put forward as a propitiation by His blood, to be received by faith. This was to show God’s righteousness, because in His divine forbearance He had passed over former sins.”

It says right there in verse 24 that even though we’re sinners, we can be justified by grace through the redemption that is in Jesus. In verse 25 it says that this grace is received by faith. You don’t have to do anything but believe.

So yes, Jesus died. And it is heartbreaking because He didn’t deserve it. But I also rejoice in it because if He hadn’t taken my punishment, there would be no hope for me. That’s why it’s called “Good Friday”. Because good came out of His death. He didn’t even stay dead, that’s how awesome He is! Death could not defeat Him.

So yea, we’re sinners, but that’s why Jesus died. So that spiritually, we wouldn’t have to.

Check back on Sunday for a Resurrection Day post. 🙂

Anna Christine ❤