Feeling Blue, Wear Blue

I agree, it'll probably do you no good to wear blue when you're down in the dumps, but you have to agree with me that there's something about color that makes an otherwise gloomy situation a teeny weeny bit bearable. <br /> <br /> Case in point, the day I took the pictures in today's post, the dreaded Aunt Ruby had just made an appearance. I was moody, irritable and about as cheerful as a pile of cow dung. But I knew I had to face my kids in church and be as happy and entertaining as ever...so in line with my "if you don't feel it, fake it" motto, I wore this cobalt blue blazer with my trusty brogues. Ain't nobody bringing on the heel action when Aunt Ruby visits...no siree!<br /> <br /> <br /> <center> <a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/18/1055.jpg"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/18/s_1055.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="235" /></a></center> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <center> <a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/18/1056.jpg"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/18/s_1056.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="257" /></a></center> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <center> <a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/18/1057.jpg"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/18/s_1057.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="188" /></a></center> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <center> <a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/18/1058.jpg"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/18/s_1058.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="187" /></a></center> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <center> <a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/18/1060.jpg"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/18/s_1060.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="187" /></a></center> <br /> <br /> Next time you're in a dark gloomy place and you need some color, you know who else works? JESUS.<br /> <br /> Psalm 30:5 reminds us that though weeping may endure for the night, joy comes with the morning. So hang in there...your morning is just a night away.<br /> Cheers!<br /> <br /> <br /> Blazer & Ring: Indigo // Shirt: Can't remember :( // Brogues: New Look<br /> <br />

Feeling Blue, Wear Blue

I agree, it'll probably do you no good to wear blue when you're down in the dumps, but you have to agree with me that there's so...

My Worst Nightmare

<div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>7:03am</b></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> *Arrggghhh* I scream. It's my worst nightmare all over again. Same as yesterday. And the day before. Quite frankly, I have a slightly different version of the same nightmare every other day. In it, I'm trying to get get dressed and go out but can't seem to find ANYTHING to wear...like I have no clothes. Ok, I have a wardrobe filled with clothes, but they all look unappealing...nothing in there I want to wear. The clothes I DO want to wear are probably hanging on a rack in a store somewhere, yet to be purchased by me. *sigh*. Challenges. </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> It's sunday morning. One can't go shopping right now, can one? Besides, one can't really afford to if one could...one's kinda broke at the moment. More challenges. </div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <b>7:23am</b></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> I've been staring at my clothes for 20minutes. I can't be late for sunday school. The consequences...severe. I pick the first skirt I see and search for a top to go with it. My shoes are already in the car...that's sort of the norm when you practically live in your car.</div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> <br /></div> <div style="text-align: justify;"> Somehow I end up not looking too shabby. Not bad for rush rush, no?</div> <br /> <center> <a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/12/2199.jpg"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/12/s_2199.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="190" /></a></center> <br /> <br /> <br /> <center> <a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/12/2200.jpg"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/12/s_2200.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="187" /></a></center> <br /> <br /> <br /> <center> <a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/12/2201.jpg"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/12/s_2201.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="174" /></a></center> <br /> <br /> <br /> <center> <a href="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=13/05/12/2202.jpg"><img border="0" height="281" src="http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/13/05/12/s_2202.jpg" style="margin: 5px;" width="185" /></a></center> <br /> <br /> Top: Yaba market // Skirt & Shoes: Primark<br /> <br /> Anyone spy the picture of Pastor Adeboye in the background? You can tell I made it to church ;)<br /> <br /> Have a lovely week guys.<br /> <br /> Cheers!<br /> <br />

My Worst Nightmare

7:03am *Arrggghhh* I scream. It's my worst nightmare all over again. Same as yesterday. And the day before. Quite frankly, I have a s...