Shiplapless (careful when you say that!)

I do not have cable TV.  This means I have only been exposed to the “Shiplap Phenomenon” when I watch HGTV in our hotel room in Chicago when my daughter is at physical therapy or anytime I am in the waiting room of a doctor’s office.

As my teenage son laments, e-v-e-r-y doctor’s office waiting room will expose patients to shiplap.  I have watched Chip and Joanna Gaines multiple times. (Although it seems as if I never get to view a complete show, just bits and pieces of how their remodeling and redecorating is coming along.)

Shiplap seems to be a big deal.  In fact, I’m beginning to feel like a big loser.  The way the TV makes it appear, only the truly uncouth do not have at least one wall of shiplap in their home.  

I am shiplapless.

Gray seems to be a very trendy color.  Once again, I am out. There is only one gray wall in our entire home and it is in my daughter’s old room.  We redecorated for her just two weeks before she was paralyzed, and she picked out her teal and gray walls and accessories while still able to stand.  Basically, the rest of my house is tan. Someone told me to my face, “Tan is out.”

I am out.

Everyone seems to want to paint over wood: wood trim, wood cabinets, wood furniture.  I am currently sitting in a room where natural wood is everywhere. My home is clean and lovely and basically the way we like it, but I’m certain Joanna would have a fit when she realized our glider rocker was purchased in 1995, and our natural wood dining room table is twenty-one years old, has twenty-one years of scratches and dents to prove it, and has continued to serve our family well.  

I am not trendy.

The other day I was putting on my “best” pair of summer capris and realized I’d purchased them the fall our oldest child went to first grade.  Our oldest child just went to college.

I am out of style.

Due to increased vision issues, I currently wear my glasses full time.  This makes it difficult when one needs to wear sunglasses. My best (and only) pair of sunglasses didn’t make it through our wreck a few years ago, so I purchased a gigantic pair of sunglasses (I call them my Jackie O’s) which literally fit over the top of my eyeglasses.  I can’t tell you how many times this summer I’ve seen a photo of myself where my eyeglasses are on my face and my sunglasses are on top of my head. That looks a little stupid.

I am a nerd.

But yesterday I received a text from my daughter at college.  She wanted to know if she could talk to me about an issue she’d just encountered.

I am available.

My sixteen year old son who basically speaks “caveman” (grunts with occasional one word answers) texted me from school today.  I pulled the car off to the side of the road and turned on my hazard lights when I heard his text tone, as I knew something had to be absolutely and totally wrong.  No, nothing was wrong. He just wanted me to remind him that he wants to talk to me tonight about an upcoming important decision he needs to make.

I am trusted.

Just a little bit ago, I received a text from my daughter’s best friend.  She’s such a sweetie and apologized profusely for bothering me, but she needed a ride and wanted to talk to me for just a little bit and asked if I could please pick her up.

I am dependable.  

Living in this world. . . living in a world which is constantly chasing the next popular fashion trend, the next greatest home improvement, the next this, and the next that.  I’ll admit, sometimes as a middle-aged shiplapless, nerdy, geek whose best pair of trousers is twelve years old, it’s sometimes difficult not to get sucked into thinking about what I don’t have, but man, I try to stop and look at what I do have.

I am thankful.

And not that there’s anything wrong with shiplap!  Maybe someday I will actually have a whole wall of shiplap in my home.  But right now, me not having shiplap is just fine. It is truly just fine. Maybe it is for you too, Dear Reader.  

For you see, I am blessed. And I bet you are too.  

Until next Wednesday, Lord willing.