Friday, September 30, 2011


It is Friday and I am linking up with Life Rearranged for InstaFriday! It is a glimpse into your week with grainy phone pictures!!!

If you read my What I Wore Wednesday post, some of most all of these will be a repeat. I did not take many pictures last week...I was so preoccupied with my upcoming career change to weird hair model!! :)

Remember last week when I told you I had bought this dress below but then had to return it? And I told you I would tell you why today...

It is a pretty dress...but I would have looked like a grandma next to the other 20 somethings in the hair fashion one of the girls in the show let me borrow the dress below!

Yikes!! Not like anything else in my closest for sure!! And, if you give a girl a dress to wear in a fashion show, she will also need some shoes!

TRIPLE yikes!!! You will be happy to know I did not break my ankle. I did however have major calf pain the next day! :)

Here is the rat, err, I mean friend who got me into this to begin with. She is a hairstylist and her salon was participating...

Here are the rest of the girls in the "Mardi Gras" crew...

This is after I took all the stuff out of my hair, with the exception of about 75 bobby pins.

And this is with those 75 bobby pins gone...HILARIOUS!!!

Link up with us, I promise it is fun!!!!!!!!

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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

What I Wore Wednesday-I was a model!!!

Ok fellow is Wednesday. That means it is time to link up with Lindsey for some What I Wore Wednesday fun! Just some good times and good inspiration from all of the other participants.

The end of this post should make you stick with it!

White tank: LOFT
White shirt: J.Jill
Jean Skirt: Ann Taylor
Boots: Ariat via Ebay

Black tank: LOFT
Tshirt: NY&CO
Jeans: Buckle
Shoes: Lindsay Phillips
Jewelry: Silpada

Tunic: Belk
Jeans: Ann Taylor
Shoes: Naturalizer
Jewelry: Silpada

New Favorite Dress: Belk
Boots: Steve Madden
Jewelry: Silpada

Tank: Daisy Fuentes
Gray shirt: LOFT
Leggings: Gap
Black skirt you can't see but I promise is there: LOFT
Shoes: Yellow Box
Necklace: Allora Handmade here is where the fun for you should begin and the embarrassment for me starts. My friend Julie is a hairstylist...she has made several guest appearances here on WIWW. Her salon was participating in a fund raiser for the American Cancer Society called The Big Hair Benefit. The event has salons create big hair and then model that hair on a runway. Julie asked me to participate in the benefit and clearly I had not paid attention to the details surrounding this event and said yes. The only other time I have been involved in a runway was when I was in high school and served on the Belk Teen Board (yes, I just admitted that out loud). We had a fashion show and I chickened out at the last minute!!!!! So, Saturday, this fashion show launched me into the most nervous I have ever been besides my wedding day! Three salons participated and each one had its own theme. Our theme was Mardi Gras. Surely that is obvious.

So this is the hair do (with the mask up in it) and my "friend" Julie. :)

The left is the group of stylists and models. The right is me...

Left is all the Mardi Gras models and right is me on the runway. We had to start behind a silhouette screen...that made me the most nervous!!!

Left is me after all of the garb was outta my hair...right is another shot of the models (I use that term loosely when referring to myself).

This is my hair with the 75 bobby pins out of it. No comment. :)

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Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Behind the Mask

I participated in a fund raising event this weekend called The Big Hair Event. Three salons in town each chose their own theme and then asked customers to be their hair models. My hair salon (mine in that I get my hair cut/colored there) was one of the participating salons. They asked me to be one of their models. Not knowing all of the details, I said yes...and Saturday I transformed into a Mardi Gras hair diva--haha! .

I was a nervous wreck Saturday because I had to dress up in something I was not very confident in...and I had to walk a runway. I have never walked a runway. I am five feet three inches tall-- on a good day -- that is about one foot shorter than you need to be to become a runway walking model. I was out of my league. And because I was out of my league, I was nervous.

Now, not only was I doing a runway/model thing for the first time ever, but I was doing it with a bunch of twenty somethings. I was intimidated to say the least. When I get intimidated I usually end up doing something stupid and I did not want to do that. But I was so nervous. I wanted to break a leg, have a fire at the venue or have the whole thing canceled for some unknown reason. But that wasn't I had to find a way to hide.

Enter the mask. We were Mardi Gras so thankfully masks were involved. I made them take the stick off of my mask so I could permanently fix it to my face. I did not want anyone to see me for who I really was!

See, you wouldn't even know that was me, would you? And that is the way I wanted it. I wore that mask proudly because I felt hidden behind it. No one would know it was me walking the runway. Right?

We are in the middle of an awesome conference right now at our church called Heartcry (stick with me here...I promise to connect the two seemingly non-related stories rather quickly). Monday night we had a speaker talk to us about how we could not and would not experience a revival of our spiritual life until we spent time in confession before God. Then he said (and I quote), "We have to take off the masks we hide behind and get real with God and the people around us."

Immediately, my mind went back to Saturday night and to the panic I felt when I thought that I might not have my mask to cower behind. And God used that picture to say to me, "Paige, you keep a mask up all the time, not just Saturday night. You try to hide behind flowery prayers, encouraging phrases and acts of service but I see past that mask every time. I want you to be real. I want you to be open, repentant, vulnerable and broken before Me so I can use you for My Glory."

Being without my mask makes me very uncomfortable. I feel exposed. At times I am ashamed of what is really there without the mask. I worry about how people will feel about me if they know the REAL me, the mask-less me.

But my God beckons for me to remove my mask and to quit playing hide and seek with my sin. I want to see God move in a mighty way in my church, in my community, in my state and in my country...but I don't want Him to see the real me. Or maybe, I don't want anyone else to see the real me. But until I get real with Him, until you get real with Him, He can't move us on to the next level with Him.

So I realized, no matter how painful it may be, my mask must be removed...completely. I have to confess my sin to God and lay my life out before Him so He can clean it up and use it to further His kingdom. My masquerade must come to an end. So last night, I laid my mask on the altar and turned and walked away from it. I am trusting God to be my protection and defender in place of my mask. I am excited for the work He will do in me because I can see Him now so much clearer than before.

Ready to toss your mask aside? Come on, join me out here on the runway of life...

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Friday, September 23, 2011


It is Friday and I am linking up with Life Rearranged for InstaFriday! It is a glimpse into your week with grainy phone pictures!!!

We had quite the week...and apparently only the little princess in my life jumped in the pictures! That is not surprising...Will is constantly on the go and hardly pauses long enough to get in the pictures! :)
Caroline getting the royal treatment while getting her mani-pedi!

Then it was off to the arts festival...where she got her face painted... a feather in her hair... her picture taken with the Chick-fil-A cow...

...she got a new necklace--oh! wait! That one is mine! :) ...

...where I laughed at all the very healthy food choices. Don't worry, we did not eat there...

... she went cardboarding...

...i had never seen cardboarding before but she LOVED it...

...then she went shopping with her momma who had to find a dress for a benefit this weekend where she has to be a hair model...haha...yes I said hair model...I did not choose the dress above...but did choose the one below...

...however...I took this one back too because it didn't work with everyone else's dress... you will know why when I post pictures next week...

...I drank from this cup this family gave me this cup...and I have to say...I am so not a morning person...this cup works for me...

...we had a cool prayer service at church...they lit up the cross and the children sat all around it; then the youth surrounded the children; then the adults surrounded the youth...we prayed for a fresh encounter with God, for hearts that are tuned into God and for love for the people around us...a very sweet time indeed...

...and then some cute little princess lost her first tooth...I can't believe this is where we are...she can't be old enough to be losing typical Caroline fashion, she cried when it fell out...LOL!

....I finally got a half smile from her...

Won't you join our little insta-Friday party? It is fun...I promise!

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Sunday, September 18, 2011


I would love to say that I am not scared of anything.

But that is oh so not true.

I am struggling lately with a fear that seems so silly, yet seems so real when it grips me.

I have been reading Angie Smith's book What Women Fear and it has gotten me thinking. I bought the book when my sister and I went to a Selah concert in Montgomery and Angie spoke. I initially thought it would be a good read, but I didn't really need it because I didn't suffer from fear. Before I even cracked the cover, I sat and thought about what I fear and honestly couldn't come up with any.

As I read the chapters in the book though, I realized that fear does not have to show itself in shaky hands, tears, or hiding under the covers because I am scared.

Page 68 of the book holds a quote that struck me to my very core when I read it.

"Sometimes the fear of failure steals the beauty we were meant to create."

How many times have I stopped myself from trying something because I have thoughts of failure?
Oh my guys would be so disappointed in me if I actually listed how many times I have done this. I have been praying about this in my life since reading this book and I have been really begging God to not let me miss opportunities He has for me because of fear.

After all, "God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind." (2 Timothy 1:7)

So as I was praying for this in my quiet times and throughout my days, I found myself thankful for opportunities that made me uncomfortable, because I felt like God was asking me to trust Him in these small feats at the beginning of this quest He put me on. It was a sweet time as I could feel God guiding me (and I was actually following! :) )

Then, Tropical Depression Lee came through my town on the night of September 5th. And in the process, dropped a tree on my house. It was by the grace of God (literally...I mean that... I am not using it as an expression) that there was not a hole in my house.

This is the top of the tree laying right at my front door.

This is the window at the front of the house where the rest of the top of the tree was...literally, the tree couldn't have been ANY longer without coming through the glass front door or this window.

Anyway, a tree fell on our house and as you can see in the first two pictures, it was dark outside. I was almost in that deep sleep where nothing wakes me up...and I heard it. Scared me to my very core because I did not know where it was in relation to my kids. I jumped up and went looking for a hole in my house. I couldn't find one and I started to relax and then I opened the front door.

I screamed when I saw the tree because I couldn't believe how close we had come to having a tree in our foyer. Mark remained relatively calm. That should have been my first sign that something was not right! :)

I noticed as I went back to check on my kids that my hands were shaking. I thanked God for keeping that tree from growing even an inch longer and for snapping it off at just the right place for it to not do serious damage to our house. Or my kids. Or me. Or Mark. I just hadn't been expecting that. If we are under a tornado watch, I am a Weather Channel stalker making sure that at the exact time when the watch turns to a warning we go to the basement in our safe place. I don't mess around with weather. I hadn't been concerned with Lee though so I had not been on patrol like I normally am. Something to ponder...

I went back to bed but found sleep would not come. Not until I realized that the wind had died down and it was just rain I was hearing on my roof.

I haven't slept well since the 5th. And just the other night, I figured out why. I was sleeping soundly on Tuesday night when I woke up with a start. I was shaking, my palms were sweaty and fear gripped my belly. It took me a second to realize why...the wind was blowing again...hard enough to be moving leaves and other debris outside on the driveway...the noise was not loud, but it felt deafening in my ears.

I got up. Looked out of my window and watched the trees...was one going to snap? I didn't know but I couldn't go back to sleep. I couldn't relax. I wanted to cry...I decided I want to move somewhere where there is no wind. Anyone know a place like that?

I have found myself watching the weather channel every night before I go to sleep to determine what the wind gusts will be that night. I wake up five and six times a night to check outside and watch the trees for a while. I am tired. I am afraid. And until Saturday morning, I was confused. What was happening to me?

Then I read all the twitter messages I missed while I was (not) sleeping. Max Lucado quoted this: "The spirit of fear really is a spirit. If you don't face it, it will chase you the rest of your life." j. Siebert

God did not give me a spirit of fear, but the evil one would love nothing more than to torment me with a fear of falling trees. A fear of falling trees...that even looks ridiculous when I write it. Some people fear snakes and spiders and I fear falling trees.

But in my mind it is real. And when I sleep, at those times when I am not alert enough to pray for myself, that spirit of fear creeps in and torments me --with my oh so common fear of falling trees. It has wreaked havoc on life this week and I am determined to make it stop.

There will likely be a battle this week right around my house. I plan to cover my house, my mind and my sleep in prayer and then I will go to bed claiming Exodus 14:14 "The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still."

I will keep you posted....

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Friday, September 16, 2011


It is Friday and I am linking up with Life Rearranged for InstaFriday! It is a glimpse into your week with grainy phone pictures!!!

We ended last school week with a birthday party for Will. He had 12 friends over and we swam...the only problem was that it was only 70 degrees after a week of temps in the 60s and the water was FREEZING!!! Who would have thought you would freeze at a pool party in the south on September 9th? Usually it is in the 90s with a heat index of 115~go figure the one year I plan a pool party we get a cold snap!

Saturday we watched college football, got pedicures, went to Hobby Lobby and watched more football!
The kids fought over the computer!

The Princess eventually won and promptly was not interested in the computer anymore!

Tuesday was Will's actual birthday and he picked a local Mexican joint for dinner!
Love InstaFriday--you should join us!!! It is fun!

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