Five Finds Friday (two)

Is it seriously already Friday?

Because that went by fast – didn’t it?

Let’s just be real, friends.

I love ideas.

But the follow through?  I love it so much less.

However.

Today I will follow through.

I will.

So — with as much follow through as I can muster —- it’s time for

Five Finds Friday.

FUNNY

My name has been misspelled so many times in so many ways.

Lacie.  Lacy.  Lacee.

Okay.  Maybe just so many times in three ways.

But last week I found a whole new misspelling for my first name.  (Which was also my mother’s middle name and my grandmother’s maiden name.)

FASHIONABLE

I just don’t know if it is reasonable to expect me to come up with weekly fashionable entries.

I’m just not living the fashionable life, friends.  (Whatever that is.)

But I did find the weather favorable (which actually implies unfavorable weather) for donning my newest headwear last week on a field trip to Pisgah.

My friends and I have had a debate over what to call this said headwear.

It goes on your head in the winter and in my home growing up we always called that a sock hat.

I said that word out loud recently and I was met with laughter and shaming.  (Yes.  That’s what I’m calling their reactions.  Shaming.)

Some called it a toboggan.  Which I think is a word that means sled.

Someone labeled it a stocking cap.

A stocking cap?  Are we living in a Dickens novel?

Anyway.  I don’t actually care what you call it.  (That’s not really true.  I do care what you call it.  I can’t explain why I care.  I just find it to be true that I do care.)

My friend Jo (you’ve seen her talent before) gifted me this absolutely incredible hand knitted sock hat made of gorgeous yarn from Scotland.  (Yep, the yarn’s origin makes the hat that much cooler.  Maybe I should see what Scottish people call this head stuff and I’ll let that be whatever I call it too.)

Unfortunately for me, London and I were making ridiculous faces in all three of these photos.

But the hat is the real star anyway.

I can’t promise Jo has any of these little beauties at her etsy shop – phoebeflock – but I can guarantee she’ll have lots of other charming items there that can soothe your sadness away since you cannot own a one-of-a-kind special sock hat/toboggan/stocking cap/Scottish word like me.

FLAVORFUL

Ice cream.

Ice cream.

Ice cream.

This week Jane came over with a singular mission.

To make ice cream.

But not just any old ice cream.

This famous to Jane (and others too) ice cream from Jeni’s.

She went ice cream crazy.  Salted Caramel.  Peanut Butter Chocolate.  Savannah Butter Mint.

Do yourself a favor and buy this Jeni’s cookbook and try your hand at, you know, any recipe she has there.  But that Butter Mint – my word!

FAITHFUL

I write a lot about the struggle.  The chaos.  The hard.

I know it drips from my fingers on to my keyboard and it hangs out at the edges of my mouth and at the corners of my eyes.

But I also am breathtakingly aware of the faithfulness of God too.

Same breath kind of aware.

And this is what his faithfulness looks like in my life this week:

Texts – always and surprisingly and profoundly delivered at the exact right moment.  (The lovely of technology.)

Meals – random and out of the blue and offered up in love and Reynold’s Wrap and accepted with grateful hearts and bellies.

Needs Being Met – you know – tangible and unspoken needs being met in visible and bold ways.

Friendships – ice cream makers and house sitter volunteers and drop in company and unexpected lunch dates.

May I always be aware there is as much grace and mercy as there is sadness and pain.  No – there is much more grace and mercy than sadness and pain.

FEELS

This week all the feels go to the friendships my kids have.

It is off the charts the kind of sweet and innocent play these kiddos create together.

Today it was a baseball game in the front yard with baseball caps and shoes for bases and four players taking turns in a way that was Some Kind of Adorable.

Bergen informed me that every week they have a Chess Club – he’s the president, by the way.  And every other week they have a tournament.

When he prayed before bed this evening, Bergen thanked God for his buddy Samuel.  You know what – I am echoing that sentiment.