Sunday, June 18, 2017
I picked up this dress while volunteering at Dress for Success spring sale. Helping a non-profit while shopping is the best of both worlds. I have worn this dress to work and got so many compliments. It is really flattering and so pretty for Summer. I love wearing it, and I usually hate red on me.
Photography by Sharon
This blog post is dedicated to my Father.
Blogging is a creative outlet for me and has given me the opportunity to meet some amazing women, and work with some real great brands. My blog will never be a full time job. For one I don’t have enough traffic for big brands to pay me, and two my life just isn’t that glamourous. I work full time, I am in college full time, and any left over time gets split between my husband and my work in the community. Sometimes blogging is difficult to do. It takes time to put together outfits, take pictures, and put together a blog post. Then what do I write? Sometimes I wake up and know exactly what I want to say (like this post), and other times I have no clue. I don’t think my life is that dazzling to entice more readers. I will never own a real Louis Vuitton, or Channel. I don’t see the point in spending $200 on one pair of Tory Burch sandals. If those are important to you then wonderful, I am only sharing my point of view, not putting anyone down. I appreciate all of you who read my blog regularly, and I hope I give you a few ideas on real fashion. I don’t always get things right, but I learn from my mistakes and share those with you. If I can help one woman not walk out the door with a fashion disaster, or encourage another to go outside their comfort zone I am happy.
Saturday there was a dedication for the Construction Director of Habitat. He is retiring and many people came together to honor him and all the work he has done for the last 20 years. As I sat there listening to the volunteers tell stories it got me thinking. Father’s Day is hard for my family. My father passed away 17 years ago. My husband does not have a relationship with his children. All in all it can be a sad day for us. I have tried to make new memories with my Mother’s husband, but he will never be able to fill the void in my heart. I was and always will be a Daddy’s Girl, no man can be everything my Father was. As I sat at the dedication it occurred to me that a handful of the people there probably worked with my Father. Before my father passed he got involved with Habitat through his church. To be honest this was my first exposure to a non-profit that I truly hold dear to my heart. I didn’t ask anyone if they remembered my father, but it was as if a small piece of him was there with me. My heart felt full for a brief moment.
I often hear people surprised at how busy my life is. Between work. school, and community outreach I am always going. This is normal to me. Growing up my mother worked for several non-profits. Even holding the role of Executive Director while I was High School. Many of my Saturday’s were spent volunteering at events or just in her office. When I had problems in High School I would go to work with my mom and work. Being apart of something that helps those in need is close to my heart. I understood what the non-profits did and was honored to be apart, but they did not have the impact that Habitat has had on my life. First being my father’s connection, second I worked for Habitat, and third my love for construction.
Growing up our home was always under construction. The smell of fresh cut wood is home to me. My father’s family has a construction background going back to my Great-X Grandfather being the lead carpenter on the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, NC. Generation after Generation held a trade. My father told me he went into the Marine Corps and later got a college degree in Architecture because his Grandfather told him to never be just a carpenter. The love of creating stayed with my father and room after room he would gut and remodel our home. When I was 11 we moved into an 1870 Farm House where he spent 7 years moving room to room in the house and updating it. I learned after my first fiancé that I had to be with someone who knew the business end of a hammer. I couldn’t be the only one who knew how to fix things. Which is something I love about B. He is so talented and skilled in all areas of construction, like my father. Which makes being a Site Supervisor for Habitat something he excels at.
It’s amazing how things come in full circle when you look back on them. B never met my father, but feels a strong connection to him. Working for a company that dad volunteered at so long ago. The love and respect for creating something new for a deserving family.
B’s first exposure to my father was during the construction of a screen porch for my mom. B and his business partner were discussing how to attach the roof of the porch. B decided to just remove the siding and see what was there to work with. He was shocked to find rafter pockets built in to the house. My father knew he wanted to add a screen porch so during construction he modified a few things to make it easier later. B was blown away, and truly understood how talented my father was. He talks about it still when describing my father to his friends.
Thank you for reading and following along as I remember my Father on Father’s Day.