What I Wore Sunday, Vol. 7

Happy Sunday, everyone! I hope you're having a very blessed Feast of the Epiphany. Here's what I wore:

Scarf, cardigan, tee, earrings: Old Navy

Tank: American Eagle

Jeans: Citizens of Humanity 

Clogs: Dansko

Close-up of the print on the scarf. I love the colors - and the fact that it doubles as a nursing cover when needed!

My favorite earrings. I found them on the clearance rack at Old Navy a few years ago, and they've been in regular rotation ever since. They are really lightweight, but have enough body to hang straight so the pattern always shows. 

Today was a milestone Mass for us. We sat in the FRONT ROW! Yep, you read that right. We were a minute late today, and the only seats were right up in front. We actually made it all the way through Mass, with no leaving, and no napping either. Both Emily and Erin were awake the whole time, sitting in our laps and acting like they were having a great time. Emily sang along to "We Three Kings" at the end, too!

We were treated to a great homily, too. The priest teaches at the local Catholic high school; and after talking about how the Catholics will need to play their best to overcome Alabama tomorrow, he chose the carol "Twelve Days of Christmas" as the subject. I remembered learning in a comparative Values and Beliefs class in high school that the song originated as a covert way for Catholics in England to teach their children the Catechism. The priest proceeded to take each verse and explain what it stood for in regards to the Church. I found it fascinating! (It was also kind of funny that neither Dan nor his best friend, who both attended the school where this particular priest teaches, had ever heard the annotated version of the carol - but both his friend's girlfriend and I had heard it in public school.)

He finished by talking about a man who had grown up learning the piano at the request of his mother, who was the music director at a church. No matter how hard the man tried, he had no talent for the piano. In exasperation, his mother asked that he just learn the C scale. Not a song, just the scale. The priest asked the music director to play the scale for us this morning; first ascending and then descending. Then he said that when the man's mother died, he found a note in her belongings that simply said: "C scale, in reverse, pause after 1, 2, 4, and 6." The music director played the scale this way, and it formed this line: "Joy to the world, the Lord has come!" The priest concluded there was a second homily here: life is pretty much blah, blah, blah - it's the pauses that make it count!

Christmas has been great this year, but I'm relieved to be getting back to normal. We took down our tree this afternoon, since it was getting dry enough to be a fire hazard. I'm really excited to have been well enough to both decorate and undecorate the tree this year - that's a first since we've been married! Emily and Erin are thrilled to have an additional nine square feet of floor to test their crawling skills. Best of all, I stumbled upon some great tips over at IHeart Organizing for packing up holiday décor, so I'll be able to get everything neatly put away for next year. I hope all of you had a wonderful weekend!  

I'm linking up with Fine Linen and Purple for What I Wore Sunday!