Daily Archives: February 23, 2011

Pink Shirt Day, Change Today!


Today was Pink Shirt Day at our high school.  Kids, teachers, guys and girls were all sporting various pink clothing.  There were pink sneakers, pink pants, pink t-shirts, dress shirts, ties, sweaters, bracelets, scarves.  All shades of pink, some as part of a pattern and some plain pink.  Some of us ordered special Bullying Starts Here shirts and others wore their normal clothes.  I even had one male student who borrowed a pink zip-jacket from his mother.  Through the whole day I heard almost no name calling, almost no bad language, it was very cool!

I am sure there were people at the school who thought some of us looked silly, maybe even some bullies who were itching to make a comment, but that is the wonder of numbers.  It is a fact that if it is clear that your behaviour will not be tolerated by most of the people around, it is less likely that you will do it.

I don’t know if it will make a difference tomorrow, but the several hundred students all dressed in pink and chanting, “bullying stops here,”  won’t forget it!

Don’t Look Too Closely, You Might See The Flaws


At the after Christmas sales at our local Fabricville store I found really nice pre-quilted fabric with chickadees and holly leaves on it.  If you follow this blog you will already know that I am a sucker for chickadees, so I bought the remaining amount without any clear idea of its eventual purpose.

While still on our break I made a tea cozy which turned out just as I wanted, and a cover for my Kobo reader which works but is not quite what I wanted.  This left quite a bit of fabric, enough to make a table-cloth or place mats.  I opted for the latter and cut them out.  I purchased enough bias tape to finish all the edges and then I was back to work and the project just sat.

I recently got back at the project and with some advice from a friend on mitred corners I did my first one.  It took several tries and corrections but it worked pretty well.  The second one worked really well and I am happy with it.  After school yesterday I finished four more of the place mats with varying degrees of success.  On a couple the bias tape pulled or puckered, on one the zig-zag stitch got all messed up on the corner.  I stopped for the night after finishing one and remarking to my daughter that my mother-in-law would be rolling over in her grave if she saw the work I had done.  Maybe the last two will go better tonight.

The thing is, if you aren’t actually looking at the stitching, they are quite nice.  And really, how many people will sit and scrutinize the stitch work on their place mat when they are eating a meal and talking with friends and family members?  This leads me to my point…

We have come to expect that things should be perfect.  With machines doing much of our manufacturing we expect that what it does on one item will be exactly the same as it is on every other.  Assuming the set-up was done correctly, the machine would have had none of the problems I faced on my place mats.  

Can the same be said for our lives?  Are we expecting perfection?  If we are. we will be sadly disappointed!  People are not perfect.  We can not expect that everything will turn our just as we like, that we will get everything we want.  We certainly know the possible results of getting obsessed with having the perfect body.  Some people take steroids which have all kinds of nasty side effects, people fry their skin in tanning beds, and worst of all some people end up starving themselves.  With this being National Eating Disorder Week the dangers of Anorexia Nervosa are front and center for those of us who have no first-hand experience.

There are two thoughts that come from all of this.  The first has to do  with what we should expect of ourselves and others.  If you are coming to my place I have invited you to see me and I trust that you are not there to judge my house keeping skills.  For me this situation would mean that I need to let go of obsessing to have everything perfect so that I can enjoy your company.  For you I guess it means that you shouldn’t look too closely in the corners when you come to visit me.

My second thought is that God sees every detail, every nook and cranny, but through Jesus we know that He has already forgiven our sins and is more focused on our conversation and our time together.