Show & Tell Tuesday: Most Embarrassing Moment

It’s Show & Tell Tuesday and I’m linking up with Andrea at Momfessionals to share my most embarrassing moment.

Oh boy….

I’m a bit of a nerd, also a bit of a klutz…embarrassing moments abound in my history so choosing one that I’m okay with posting on the internet for all to see…

I was in marching band in high school and I loved it

Exhibit A

Before high school I was in the middle school band and before that the elementary school band.

As an elementary school band student you are given the opportunity to march in the homecoming parade and pre-game show. I thought I was hot stuff in fifth grade when I got to march on the field before the big homecoming game.

I was so excited — I got to get out of school early to take a bus to the parade gathering spot, lined up with the other fifth grade band students from the three other elementary schools in the district, and mostly just felt cool….adult me looks back on that day and wants to tell fifth grade me to cool it because pride goeth before the fall….

We marched the mile and a half from the gathering spot to the middle school where the football field is located. We had a spaghetti dinner in the school cafeteria with our families and then it was time to line up with the high school band.

This is when things get a little complicated for me…

We line up and please keep in mind here that I’m not coordinated, and while I may be a musician, even now I do better playing sitting down than playing and marching and counting and paying attention to where everyone else is on the field…..

We line up — I’m standing with the melophone section leaders on either side of me, the drums play their roll-off and we start to march.

I’m watching the I’m in – the people on either side of me and in front of me…and then we stop and turn to face the stands….

Suddenly the person who was in front of me is gone, there is no one in front of or behind me.

I stopped in the wrong spot but there was nowhere to go apparently I caused everyone behind me — even the big shot high school marchers to stop a half yard farther than they should have….on homecoming…in front of a sell out crowd…playing our biggest rivals….

Looking back on it today I can laugh but the night it happened I tried my hardest not to cry in the middle of the fight song, walked back to the band room with my head down avoiding the high school band director and agonizing over the thought of high school marching band some day.

Well that embarrassed fifth grade french horn player eventually grew up and went on to high school marching band and Symphony Band. It’s a great story to tell and laugh at now…thankfully that was in a day where camera phones weren’t very prevalent so there is NO PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE praise the Lord!

I do however have photos from my later band days….

All in all I have some pretty great memories from band, long lasting friendships, and what seem like permanent blisters on my heels from the most uncomfortable shoes I have ever worn in my life!

To this day when I hear a roll-off I have to stop myself from snapping into attention, I correct my steps in the grocery store to be in tempo with the music…a far cry from that little fifth grader that walked a half yard too far and screwed up her whole line!

Blessings,

Megan

Show and Tell Tuesday

Good morning and happy Tuesday!! Today’s prompt for Show and Tell Tuesday is – How you met, fell in love, and/or got engaged. As I established in Friday’s post, I am single…however I’m not going to let that stop me from using this prompt today… Today I am going to introduce you to Hannah and Robert Bishop, and share their story.


Washington DC, 1856 I stepped off the train and was greeted by my grandmother Mae, I haven’t seen her and grandfather since I was a young girl and now here I am, 16 years old, away from home for the first time, and having to make a new life for myself up north…off of my father’s plantation.

We walked a few blocks from the train station to Grandmother’s dress shop, and the little apartment above it that she shares with Grandfather. I unpacked the two small suitcases I brought with me and set to work in the shop doing whatever Grandmother instructed me to do…pretty soon, Grandmother began to manage the shop and let me set to work making the dresses and tailoring the suits.

In 1860 I took over the shop entirely after the death of both grandparents. One day shortly after my twentieth birthday rumors began to swirl about an impending war…men – young and old – began to come into the shop to have their uniforms altered.

I was working one day on a dress for my most loyal customer when the bell over the front door jingled, a young man walked in and waited for me at the counter while I pushed up off of the floor and made my way to the counter.

“Is there a tailor here who can help me?” the young man asked, looking past me toward the back of the shop.

“That would be me,” I answered, putting my hands on my hips in an attempt to make myself look more menacing than I am, “how can I help you?”

“I need this altered,” he said, placing a pile of dark blue wool on the counter between us, “and my stripes sewn on. Normally I’d have my mother handle it for me but she and father are in Pennsylvania visiting my sister, they won’t be back for at least two months and I fear that by then it will be too late.”

“Go in back and put it on inside out,” I told him, pointing to the small changing room behind me, “I need to see what it is I’m working with.”

When he went in to change I moved the dress form I’ve been working across the shop and away from the mirror, freeing up space for the gentleman when he is ready.

I had to stifle my laughter when he came out of the dressing room – sleeves and pant legs much too long for his frame, a jacket that he was drowning in, and pants that two of him could fit into. “It was my father’s” he said sheepishly, “it was easier to take his old one and have it tailored than to get a new uniform made.”

I directed him to the small platform in front of the mirror so that I could get to work. I set to work first on the jacket – rolling up the sleeves to the right length, pinning and taking in the sides; once that was done I tackled the trousers. Clipping the sides, where pins wouldn’t do the job, taking in the waist then making my way down to the inseam and finally the hem all the while the young man kept squirming and a few times I have to admit, I purposely poked him with a pin just to get him to hold still.

“Quit moving,” I laughed, “you have to hold still or I’ll never get this done.”

“Sorry,” he said, “I’m just distracted…I’m not used to…a beautiful…I mean a…well, a woman…who isn’t my mother…tailoring my clothes for me.”

I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t flattered by that.

I finished the pinning and let him change into his street clothes, “I can have these done by the end of the week,” I told him, “just show me where to sew on the Officer’s stripes.”

I hung the jacket on any empty form so that I could see where to put the stripes.

“What do I owe you?” he asked as I was pinning on his insignia.

“Nothing yet, I’ll let you know when you come to pick these up on Friday.”

“Thank you miss,” he said with a smile before pushing open the door and walking down the sidewalk toward the heart of town.

The next day, as I was writing a receipt for a customer I noticed the young man walk by my door and glance inside. I caught his eye and he quickly walked away…I couldn’t help but smile to myself. Later that day – just I was turning the sign to take a lunch break – he walked in with a briefcase in one hand and a bag in the other.

“I thought you might like some lunch,” he smiled.“I never have anyone to eat with and honestly I would enjoy the company today.”

Really?

“Sure,” I heard myself answer, “I’d love the company too.”

We dined on fresh bread, cheese, and fruit. I brewed tea for us both in the back of the shop, and we sat together on the floor near the mirror, using the platform as a small table between us. After we’d finished eating Robert – I finally did learn his name – cleaned up and asked if he could have lunch with me again the next day. That’s how it started; Robert and I ate lunch together everyday for a month – even after he’d picked up his uniform.

Eventually we began to court, since I have no family in town he asked for the blessing of our preacher in order to being our courtship. We courted for two months, and in December 1860 we were married. His parents were our witnesses, standing beside us in the front room of the parsonage as we said our vows. Soon after, his parents decided to make a move west, and together as husband and wife we moved into their home in town.

It was a small wedding, but intimate – everyone who needed to be there was there, and I jumped right into creating a home for myself and my new husband. I still worked in my shop while he consulted on legal matters for the people in town. We continued to share lunch together each day on the floor of the shop….


Hannah and Robert Bishop are the main characters in a historical fiction novel that I am currently developing. To read more of their story – beyond how they met – stay tuned! This is the start of a series that is pretty near and dear to my heart and I look forward to sharing the final product with you all. Thank you for allowing me to introduce you to these two characters today, I look forward to sharing more with you in the future! Blessings, Megan

Show and Tell Tuesday: Groundhog Day

First off, if you are a regular visitor to Meg’s Corner Shelf you may notice 1.) that it looks quite a bit different than last time and 2.) I’m on a new hosting platform. I made the switch this week to WordPress and I have to say, I kind of love it! On to the point of this post though…Show and Tell Tuesday: Groundhog Day – if I could repeat one day over and over what would it be?

Honestly, I had a very VERY hard time coming up with a day that I’d want to live over and over again…the thing is there are several very significant days in my life but I don’t necessarily know that there are any I would want to repeat everyday, I almost think it would be better to choose a mundane, boring day on the calendar to repeat instead of an eventful, exciting day (if that makes any sense at all.)

I think, I might choose one of the days in July when I was writing my first novel – there was a day (and I don’t remember the date) where I spent almost the entire day writing, it sounds awful but it was one of the best days of my summer. You see, I love to just sit and write, I like to escape into worlds of my own creation and on that day I nearly finished my novel…and that’s where my dilemma comes into play….

If I repeat that day over and over again I’d never actually finish the novel, I’d be stuck somewhere in the middle forever – that said, the day that I would choose as my personal Groundhog Day would be July 27, 2014 – the day that I finished writing my first novel – I know that after a while it would start to get less exciting than it was that first day, but if I could repeat the feeling of finally finishing something so big, so monumental in my life I would love to!

The other (perfect) thing about this day is that the weather was gorgeous, I spent the entire day with my family enjoying the summer weather, working in the gardens outside, and ended the night with a family game night.

Honestly , it was the perfect day – I got to write all day, hang out with my family all day, and it was the one day all summer that wasn’t 90 degrees or more! I think that would be my Groundhog Day…but honestly, even after writing all of that – I’m STILL not sure if that is the day I would choose : )

Thanks for stopping by, as always, I’m linking up with Andrea to share this installment of Show and Tell Tuesday!

Blessings,

Megan

Show & Tell: Organization

Happy Tuesday! I’m linking up with Andrea for Show and Tell Tuesday and this week I’m sharing some organizational tips and tricks,

Here’s the thing, I do not at all feel qualified to share organizational tips but I’m going to try my best. There are four main things that I use to keep myself organized…

1.) Spiral bound planner
2.) Wall calendar
3.) iOS Calendar in my phone.
4.) Notepad app

Home/Personal: 

I usually start with my phone; if I’m at church or work, texting a friend or out and about it’s easier to make a note in my notepad app with the basic information – date, time, location. Quick and easy.

From the notepad app I can click on the hyperlink that is created as soon as I enter a date and time and I’m redirected to my phone’s calendar where I can create the event and set a reminder. The problem with creating the event in my phone is that once I do, I can’t see it unless I’m deliberately opening the calendar app so this is when I start to write things down.

From the phone calendar I write the events on my monthly wall calendar that hangs beside my desk and also in my weekly planner.

This all may seem chaotic and unorganized but for important dates and events I like to have everything written down in several different places. When I pass by my calendar each day I can see if I have anything coming up, my phone sends me reminders, and my planner keeps me prepared.

School and Other Miscellaneous stuff….

For school I do things a little bit differently; because I take online courses I’m pretty much on my own in terms of assignments and class schedule. I can set the pace at which I complete assignments within the bounds of class due dates. So, at the beginning of each semester I print out the course syllabus and write EACH. and EVERY due date in my planner and on my wall calendar that way I am never surprised when a due date approaches.

I have a fabric storage cube (from Target) on the bottom of my bookcase, and this cube acts as a filing cabinet for me. In this little box I have all of the important information and paperwork that comes with being a college student.

Awesome storage bins! 
I have two more of these in another room in the house; one holds all of my various fabrics and scraps and the third one holds all paints and supplies. I love that these bins fit nicely on a bookshelf, or inside the storage bench in the office. 
Like I said, I’m certainly not qualified to be sharing organizational advice, other than to say – just do what works for you! No one knows you like you know you; you know what works best for yourself and your family and that’s what you should stick to. 
Thanks for stopping by! 
Blessings, 
Megan 

Show and Tell Tuesday: Resolutions and Goals for 2015

Happy Tuesday morning friends! I’m linking up with Andrea today for a little Tuesday Show & Tell, and sharing my resolutions and goals for 2015, so lets get to it! 
1.) I know that it’s cliche to do a “new year, new you” kind of resolution but that’s where I’m going with number one: no soda for a year (and beyond). Several years ago I cut out soda completely and it was the best I’ve felt in a long time, so this year I’m resolving to drink mostly water with the occasional tea (iced and hot). 

2.) Blog more consistently – and thanks to Andrea and her Show and Tell series I think that might just happen! I plan on linking up for the Show and Tells that I am able to answer – this is one of those times where I feel weird knowing that I read a lot of these parenting blogs even though I’m not a parent…I found Andrea through Shay at Mix and Match Mama and have since fallen in love with both blogs. I love how deeply rooted they both are in their faith and I am so encouraged by their posts even though right now in this phase of my life I’m not a mom. I love the daily encouragement from these wonderful Godly woman! 

3.) Read more. I read quite a bit but with school and work and writing….and more excuses that I could give you but won’t, I didn’t read nearly as much this year as I would have liked. With the start of my winter semester today I had the opportunity to look over the course calendar and this class has a fairly lite work load which is WONDERFUL! I’ve got two books started right now, Anthony Doerr’s All the Light We Cannot See and Stephen W. Sears’ Gettysburg.

I am absolutely loving both right now! 
4.) Finally, I resolve to take the leap that I’ve been so scared of for so long and Just put my book out there, finally push the button and publish! I have about five chapters left to edit, then the changes need to be made in the actual manuscript and then I will be ready. I think my own fear and insecurity is what’s been holding my back and I’ve been passing it off as ‘procrastination’ but that is all going to change! New year, New year can mean more than getting healthier for me it also means letting go of anxiety and insecurity and this is step one in doing that. Have a sneak peek….
It’s really scary knowing that in a few weeks this book will go from being an idea in my head and words on a computer screen to something that the general public – strangers – can hold in their hand and read…and review…and critique…but I need to forget about that and just get it finished! 
Happy New Year dear readers, thank you for sticking with this little blog even when it seems like I’ve given up!
Blessings to you all this new year, 
Megan