Checking out my daughter's blog I learned about her being 'tagged', meaning she was asked to write about ten things that define her style.  Wondering exactly what that was I read through the list, nodding my head at times and aha-ing now and then.  When I got to the end I was thrilled to read her comment about her mother--me!--and that she has tagged me to do the same exercise.  I love sharing this part of my daughter's life.  So here is my list of ten things that define my style:
1.  Hubby and I breathe pride when we think of our two children and the adults they have become.  They are both really great people, loving the world and themselves.  I like to think I had something to do with that; in fact raising them has been my crowning achievement.
2.  Organizing my life is very important to me.  I like things in their place and often borrow hubby's label maker thing to put neat, precise titles everywhere, although I haven't gone to Beth's level.  She labeled their whole closet so every item has its own hanger and spot.
3.  I am a singer and love to soar on the high notes.  Having a special high part to sing in a choir anthem is joy to me.  I thank my mother for my voice and my love of music.
4.  Beading my pretties is my latest passion, another thing in my quest for creativity.  I have often said there will never be enough time for me to try all the things I want to learn and so far I have learned knitting, crocheting, sewing, pottery, knitting by machine, plaquing, photography, composing music, and many different computer-assisted creative projects--the list is as long as my life will be.
5.  I chuckled when I saw Beth's comment about being slow to accept a new idea.  I am that way with gifts.  My hubby is a very thoughtful gift-giver, taking great pride in ferreting out unusual things.  I open them and wonder where he got that idea and what will I ever do with that, but soon I think about it and realize that he knows me better than I know myself and that gift is perfect for me.
6.  I love people.  I love to laugh with them and to study their uniqueness.  And, as I've gotten older, I am much more patient with and understanding of their ways of doing things which might differ from mine but are still awesome. 
7.  I struggle with my weight.  For the last thirty years I have put on and taken off those same 25 pounds numerous times, now realizing that food gives me life but I seem to lack the ability to keep my consumption to just eating to live, rather than sliding over into living to eat.  It all tastes so good!
8.  I married just before I turned 20 and am still married to the shining light of my life.  He is my rock and I am his.  We need each other but more than that we delight in each other.  Lucky we are!
9.  I delight in teaching things to people.  Over the years I have taught high school French, English and Computers, along with a smattering of Business subjects.  I have also directed choirs and taught adult courses, both things giving me a lot of pleasure.  The latest thing I did was help my friend in Arizona learn a few new things on her computer--how to set up and use Messenger, how to import a recalcitrant email file, and how to use Windows Explorer for a few things.  It was fun!
10.  I am quick to answer and to suggest ways to do things.  This has been good but I notice I am becoming much better at letting others speak first.  Maybe I am more comfortable in my own body and don't need the rush of knowing the answer first.  So maybe wisdom does come with age.  I hope so.  I'll be watching for it!
PS.  I'd like to tag Trish to write about 10 things about her style.  She is a world traveller, a seeker of answers, a student of the world and I know she will have wonderful things to write.  Here's to you, Trish.
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Nice post! Thanks for doing it - I learn a little bit more each about you as I read your blog...love it! PS I must protest - I haven't labelled everything in my closet, just my pants (I couldn't see which ones they were on the lower shelf in the dark!) hee hee
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