For your weekend perusing pleasure:
-Sew, Mama, Sew! has a whole batch of tutorials up.
-One of my favorite web writers, Linda Holmes, has a great article up about the awful trend of rom-com's basing their entire plots around breaking up weddings. She points out:
A person worth stealing away in the first place must have given it some serious thought before deciding to get married, so interfering is most likely not doing him any favors.
. . . the nature of commitment is declining involvement with people you are sincerely attracted to, since of course, not pursuing the people you are not attracted to doesn’t require any commitment
Read the rest of the article here.
For my fellow Episcopalians, here's a very good question: Does the Presiding Bishop Know What She's Doing?
Erin of A Dress a Day writes this:
Sometimes when people say they're afraid of failure, what they really mean is that they are afraid of humiliation. Which is completely understandable. But, speaking as someone who has felt humiliated more times than she'd like to remember, humiliation passes. (It passes like a kidney stone passes, but that's another story.) Not to mention that humiliation passes differently for each person: you remember it for months; the witnesses remember it for seconds (they have their own humiliations to obsess over, and don't have time for yours).
Read the rest here.
And, finally, writing agent Chip MacGregor is hosting a contest:
For those not in the know, this contest grows from my belief that every poet has the same message, which can be subtly summed up this way: "LOOK AT ME! I AM SENSITIVE AND REFLECTIVE AND NOBODY UNDERSTANDS ME! SO I'LL SHOW THEM HOW DEEP I AM BY WRITING POETRY!" (Feel free to edit that statement if you're truly deep and meaningful.) I want you to know that I'm here for you poets -- in fact, I was once accused of being sensitive, and have occasionally been forced to reflect on something, until I could grow up and get over it. Therefore, I've set aside the next few days just for you. Write! Create! Sit and contemplate your navel! Do...um...whatever it is you poets do while the rest of us are out earning a living. (Drink heavily?) Then send me your bad poetry.
How can you resist that?
Have a blessed Sunday, friends. And, if you have a moment, please pray for my son, who has a bit of a fever. Please pray both that he gets better and that the babies don't catch whatever it is. Thank you!
peace of Christ to you,