Monday, January 28, 2013


Can we just 'talk'? Right now I don't want to be a writer because frankly, I've been at this keyboard since 9:00 this morning and right now it's 3:01 and every word I attempt to write gets deleted because I just can't seem to get it right. So, if it's okay with you, let's just have our own heart-to-heart. I don't want to think about sentence structure or punctuation.

Nathan, left, brother AJ, center, and dad Greg on right

I want to go back to the day I became painfully aware of Nathan Allison. Of  course I'd known him his entire life - even before he was born. His mother and father have been some of my closest friends since the cradle - Cheri was even in my wedding - and while she was pregnant with her precious Nathan, I was expecting a bundle of joy of my own.

Cheri's June delivery brought her a beautiful, blue-eyed boy, with a tuft of blonde hair on the top of his head. My delivery that September also produced a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed boy, but not the same happy ending.

It was no surprise to my family that just hours after delivery, I sought refuge in Greg and Cheri's home. It felt so peaceful and comforting to hear Cheri's soothing voice, to hear her promise that she'd be there for me and know within a shadow of a doubt that she would be.

Nathan, who had been napping in his nursery, started to cry. Still Cheri stayed by my side. He cried a little louder and I wondered why she didn't go to him. Finally, she said to me, "I am so sorry. I know that seeing a baby right now will hurt you, but I really need to go to him."

Soon, she re-appeared with Nathan in her arms. I won't lie. For a split second I felt something that I'd never felt before. It was all so new so I can't describe it as pain. Not yet. That would come later. It was more like 'empty'. My arms felt empty. I asked to hold him. They needed to have something in them.

"Are you sure?" Cheri thought it was too soon. But I insisted.
Just as he started to nestle in my arms he smiled. I can attest to the fact that he had the same smile at 3 months that he did until the day he left us for bigger and better things.

It was that same smile he had when he would sit by mother in church 5 years later and push the button on her Mickey Mouse watch so it would play the Mickey Mouse theme, during the prayer when the whole auditorium was the quietest. "Who's the leader of the band that's made for you and me M-I-C K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E" Then he'd erupt into fits of laughter. Each time he sat by her he swore he wouldn't touch that watch. She always (foolishly) believed him.

I soon came to understand Cheri's concern for me that September day. Not long after, I found that just the mere sight, smell or sound of a newborn served as a cruel reminder of what I'd lost.

The funny thing is, I didn't feel like that with Nate. Every thing he did from that moment on was like a measuring stick for me as to what Jayson would be doing had he lived. He would be taking his first step....his first day at school...prom...graduation...

The last time I saw him was summer of 2005. It was church and he was at the Lord's Table serving communion. He still had that impish grin. He was tall and lanky.

I thought about telling him that day how special he was to me. How every time I saw him I could 'see' my Jayson doing those same exact things.

But I didn't.

Not that he needed to know or to hear it. No, Nathan had more friends than you could shake a stick at. He was not lacking for love, that's for sure.

But I would have liked to have said it for me.

When I close my eyes for that final time, I hope the Lord sends two blue-eyed, blonde-haired boys to welcome me home, one of them singing, "Who's the Leader of the band that's made for you and me...."

Monday, January 21, 2013

Inaugural Pictures throughout the Day

I have the best seat in the house at the Inaugural Parade. Mr. T's office sits right on Pennsylvania on the 5th floor and we can see everything. If you'd like to see the pictures throughout the day, join me on facebook. You can find me at 'Hillbilly Debutante (Kathie Truitt)'. Do a friend request and I'll accept.

One rule: - NO political debate! 

Regardless of if your guy won or not (mind didn't) there is still no denying that the pomp/circumstance of an inaugural parade is amazing.

Please join me!

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Random Acts of Kindness to Someone Who Doesn't Like You

I used to live across the street from a young lady that I was very fond of.  Actually, we liked each other from the start and we formed a fast friendship. I love that girl to this day and I really miss her at times.

Trouble was, her husband had a reputation for being rather moody. When he was in one of his moods he had a tendency to not be very nice. When I was visiting one day, per his wife's invitation, mind you, he was very offensive.

I didn't say anything in front of her but when I left to go home I asked him if I'd done something to offend him. Nope, I hadn't. He was just in one of his moods and decided I was the closest to take it out on. 

I don't take bullying very well. Scratch that. I don't put up with it 
at all.

Funny thing is regardless of that incident I could have stayed friends with his wife. 

But she decided she couldn't.

Our friendship died that day.

We moved shortly thereafter and I never heard from her nor saw her again.

That was five years ago.

I keep most of my on-line shop inventory in a separate room in my house. The particular dress that I have pictured above has always been on the dress form and I pass by it every day. 

My friend - her name is Christina, by the way - adored that dress. She had even asked at one point if she could purchase it from me. I reluctantly turned down her offer because even back then I had the idea of "Hillbilly Debutante".

Incidentally, no one has ever loved that dress as much as she did. Every time I've walked past it for the past five years I have remembered that.
So, I decided to send it to her. 
No strings attached.
No expectations whatsoever.

It wasn't an olive branch or a matter of 'reaching out'. 

It was simply me not being able to walk by the dress without remembering how much she loved it.

So, I wrapped it in tissue paper, folded it neatly and took it to the Mailboxes and Parcel store in which she lives directly behind. Rather than charging me $20 to send it literally around the corner, the guy behind the counter said he'd deliver it for $10. 

I took great pleasure in doing something that I know made someone else happy - even though I know she doesn't like me.

That doesn't matter. 
Actually, at this stage in my life, my heart is pretty hard to who likes me and who doesn't.  Part of growing older, I suppose. 
And it's one of the many parts of growing older that I like. 

Til Next Time,


Saturday, January 5, 2013

Outfit of the Day and 'Clementine'.

There's a baby shower for my daughter this weekend so my mother flew in to surprise her.

Here I am getting ready to go pick her up in my still un-yet named mini-cooper.

Jacket: J Crew, shirt: Tommy Hilfiger, red pants: H & M,  necklace: Cache, shades: ? bought them in NYC

Thank you for all of the name ideas but so far none of the many cute, creative suggestions are really 'clicking'.

I am leaning toward the name 'Clementine'. 
I know, I know - she's yellow, not orange. And hopefully - especially since I drive alongside the Potomac River on a daily basis - I'm not tempting fate and she won't meet the same demise of the Clementine in the old song 'Oh My Darlin, Clementine'.

I just noticed that this month is my fifth year of blogging! So next week I will have a giveaway every week throughout January to celebrate.

Til Next Time,


Thursday, January 3, 2013

Ix-Nay on the A-Gray

According to my new hairdresser (Dinh @Salon Cielo in Tyson's Galleria), I will not be going gray as previously planned. Instead, I shall remain a fabulous redhead (his words, not mine). 
At least for a while.

sparkly sweater: H & M, denim shirt: Old Navy, gold bracelet: Michael Kors

This 'upper half' is all your gettin' from me on outfit of the day and I tried to position my head so you can see my new cut in which the only real change is in the back. I'll try to take pictures of the sides and back later (I just know you can't wait. Why yes. I am stalling for time because I have writer's block about writing anything significant, thank you very much)

It infuriates Jay that I take pictures like these. 
"I spent almost $1500 on you a camera and a stand and yet you insist on taking these stupid photos with your iphone.'

Yes, dear. I know. I love my camera. I really do. But. I can never get the camera to stay 'put' in the stand.

I am going to have to call my good photographer buddy 
Joe Cereghino.

He recently moved down the street from me (how convenient) and he knows everything there is to know - Hello, Joe!

 shoes: Ivanka Trump (Bloomingdales)

This is so hard for me. I'm not crazy about having my picture taken. Here's what's crazier and just something about me I'll bet you didn't know. 
I used to teach runway models how to walk and  teach photographic models and beauty queens how to stand during photographs. So, I know how it's done. But I feel weird doing it. Go figure.

Anyway, very soon I am going to try to start taking pictures again with my Canon.
And remember when I was going to do my own documentaries?
I still can - IF I can figure out how to edit/upload.
Oh Joooeeee....

On to other things....

So Beth Dunn, fellow author and writer of the blog 'Social Climbers'

Beth Dunn
(shamelessly stolen from her facebook page)

commented yesterday that she needs some ideas for '365 Days of Random Acts of Kindness'. She said the only thing she really knew to do was what she always does: just smile and be sweet to everyone she meets. 


That's exactly what you're supposed to be doing, Beth.

A smile goes a llloooonggg way. I'm a huge believer in smiles being the best act of kindness.

I've always been a 'smiler' myself. It just comes natural. I go back and read comments from my yearbook and most of them are about me always smiling. 

A few months ago I was at a meeting and I guess I was smiling and not even realizing it because someone walked up to me and said, "What's that fake smile about?"

It kind of put me back for a second because this was someone that really felt that they knew me.

And I just thought, "Wow. Has it been that long since I've smiled naturally?" I'm going to say that yes, it probably was. And it feels good to be that person again.

So Beth girlfriend, I say 'embrace it'. That's a wonderful gift to have - it doesn't come natural to a lot of people, and that's okay, too. Everyone has different gifts. 
Mostly, the purpose of our one year of RAK is to get as many people on track as we possible can to being nice, or at least civil to each other.
I think we're just naturally inclined to want to pay it forward when someone does something nice for us.

We'd still love to hear ideas, though. Nothing's too small - so please, all of you out there feel free to leave 'ideas' in the comments section.

Til Next Time,


Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Outfit of the Day

....or at least shoes of the day. Truth is I hadn't planned on leaving the house today but had to make a quick run to the bank. I threw on a cute jacket over skinny jeans and slipped my tootsies into a pair of pony-hair slippers.  

 Prada shoes: Neiman Marcus

I still am apprehensive about participating in this so be patient and let me work my way up.

Maybe tomorrow I'll post a picture of my knees.

Now for the Random Act challenge; I didn't do anything specific
because as I said I just did a quick bank run and didn't see many people, so I just tried to greet everyone I met with a smile and a cheerful 'happy new year.'  Uh, in my neck of the woods that's a pretty big deal - people just don't speak to each other here. You can meet someone on a lonely sidewalk on an afternoon walk and say 'hello' and if you're lucky they might look at you. Usually they just walk on by.

However, I had a HUGE kindness shown to me! A facebook friend from North Carolina sent doggy toys and blankets to 'Angels of Assissi', a 'no-kill' shelter in Roanoke, Virginia in memory of my precious Violet.

I was moved to tears!

If you're wanting to participate in our 365 Days of Random Acts of Kindness, please join me on facebook - Hillbilly Debutante/Kathie Truitt, then go to '365 Days of Random Acts of Kindness' linked to my page.

Til Next Time,


Tuesday, January 1, 2013

After party and Day 1 of 365 Days of Random Acts of Kindness

With four kids (two 3-year-old's, one 6-year-old and a 10 year-old) I am 'Justin Bieber-ed' and 'Taylor Swift-ed' out. 

Today I deal with the aftermath - i.e. clean up. As you can tell from the photo above a good time was had by all.

Today is DAY 1 of our
'365 Days of Random Acts of Kindness'

If you'd like to join us, please join me on my facebook page "Hillbilly Debutante: Kathie Truitt". 

Please leave comments here on some ideas or things you've done or witnessed. It's not bragging! You are giving each of us ideas and encouragement. So, please - bring it on!

I'll start. Last time I went through the drive-through to get my Diet Coke, I paid for the order behind me. I LOVED the smile on the couples face! And guess what? THEY paid for the car behind them!

Now, don't make this harder than it is. It could be as simple as smiling at a stranger. Or offering to babysit so a Mom and Dad can have a date night. 

Here's how this will work on facebook. I'll have one post each day where folks can leave comments. Here on the blog I'll put it at the bottom after each article.

I do hope you'll join in on the fun!

Happy New Year!