One of my pet sayings is "Pretty sides together."

There is usually a child or two who think they know better. They purposely chose a red floral so they could see the little rosebuds and there is no way they are going to hide it on the inside of the doll skirt. They keep the bright sides on the outside while they sew. 

Then when I come along and help them turn it inside out the disappointment sets in. One sewer did it eight times before she began to believe me. We did a slew of ripping.

What surprises me is how much it irks me. 

"Really? I have been sewing since before your mother was born. I have made enough dresses and quilts and bags to clog the Etsy website. Yet you doubt me when I say pretty sides together? Excuse me but you can't even spell scissors."

Class would proceed much more smoothly if they would simply take my word for it. But oh no. They need to find out for themselves. Still productivity is not my highest aspiration. The sweat shops in India have perfected that particular attribute and it is not a haven of creativity and laughter. I want my fledgling seamstresses to love what they make and that is a process that requires freedom. To make mistakes. 

I have had similar issues with my Maker. I hear Him suggest that I should keep my inner thoughts pretty, and not worry as much about how I look to others. But I resist taking His Word for it. I feel drawn to shining up my image, rather than trimming the rough edges off of my internal thoughts. 

I suppose His credentials should be enough to deem Him worthy of my trust. He has after all been crafting people since before my mother was born. And were it not for spell check I stumble spelling benignity.

Besides I have an inkling that the day is coming when I will be turned inside out. It is my sincere hope that the colors will be bright.