What I Wore Sunday: Boots Again


I’m not even trying to figure out what season it is in Austin, Texas. This is the season where I carefully check the 7 a.m., noon, and 5 p.m. hourly forecasts because I need to know whether it will feel like winter or spring as the day goes on. (Both in one day is not unusual.) Coming soon, on the other hand, is the season where I quit checking the weather at all because it’s going to be unbearably hot all day, every day until Halloween.

And yet I love this town. I also love my boots, so I wore them again today.


Sweater: Old Navy
Dress: Old Navy
Undershirt: Old Navy
Leggings: Target
Boots: LC Lauren Conrad for Kohl’s
Necklace: holy medals

I like these leggings and these boots and will wear them until it’s consistently warm. Even then, I might keep going. I don’t usually wear a colorful sweater with this dress, but I thought it added a little something. I do, however, always wear leggings with it. I have just the right (wrong?) body type to make it a little bit obscene if I wear it bare-legged. Function meets fashion meets modesty.

We had Fr. Pastor tonight! I had a feeling he would be there. We also have a new deacon, but I can’t remember if he has ever preached the homily. He reads the Gospel and does all the deacon-y things, though. It’s nice to have so many vested people in the sanctuary. They make it feel very official and special.

Fr. Pastor started off with an awkward Valentine’s Day shout-out. It’s no use crying over the calendar reform now. That was in 1969. Appreciate that everyone still leaves the “Saint” in “Saint Patrick’s Day,” give Saints Cyril and Methodius credit for inventing the Cyrillic alphabet (what Russian is written in) and Slavic liturgy, and move on.

The rest of his homily made the connection between Valentine’s Day and today’s liturgy much smoother and more poignant. Having leprosy made people untouchable: literally because leprosy is extremely contagious, and figuratively because they were cast out of society. It’s a big deal that Jesus touches the leper and that he heals him (despite the leper’s complete disregard of Jesus’ instructions not to tell anyone; oops). What’s a bigger deal is that so much of the way we experience love is through touch. You hear in various places that you need X number of hugs per day to be happy. Widowed spouses have lost the touch of the one they most loved. I have personal space issues, but even I feel better after a really good hug (preferably one I initiated). To touch someone is to show them love. Jesus heals the leper physically and gives him re-entrance into the community, but he also demonstrates his love for the man.

Now that’s a Valentine’s Day message I can get behind.

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So glad to have found your blog. Harry Potter, Love, and Catholicism – a woman after my own heart! ;)

Your boots look fabulous. So does the red cardigan.

Our Sunday morning homily was very similar to yours, and very touching. Although our priest didn’t make the link between love and touch, he did speak of the healing touch of Jesus (LOVE), and of the leper’s faith that he could indeed be healed. It’s wonderful to hear the same story framed from a slightly different angle and find the wisdom in each.

<3 E

    Thanks for hopping on over! I realized recently that I don’t actually write about Harry Potter very much. I should work on that. I hope that, with the illustrated editions starting to roll out soon, that will change.

    The Internet is the best for finding multiple takes on the same readings. The Bible study I took last summer (Jeff Cavins on the Psalms) was great for encouraging me to reflect on the readings on my own before Mass, so I get at least two takes by the time Mass is over. It’s delightful.

I LOVE YOUR BOOTS TOO! Seriously! :)

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