Why I Write About Modesty

My friend Melani from the blog Reflections of the Heart shared this very awesome post on her blog and I just wanted to share it with you! It is so well written and some of my same thoughts exactly! She totally captured what my heart is as well. By God’s Grace, Victoria

I know, I just know, that a blog about clothes seems a little pointless to some people. I’ve had subtle hints, advice, and suggestions to change my blog up a little and post about something different.

Why do I write about modesty?
I was a competitive dancer and gymnast. My friends did not dress modestly, and honestly, I didn’t either. I didn’t give a second thought to what I wore. But through sports I have met plenty of preteen and teenage girls that didn’t think about it either. Very sweet girls, by the way. They just never learned that they are worth more than that. After all, that’s what stores sell. That’s what everyone else around them wears.

I write for the group of girls who ran around the hotel in a bikini. I write for the girl who showed up at the sleepover in booty shorts. I write for…

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BOUND: Chapter 1 by Victoria Lynn

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Before I kick off this book, I wanted to give any new readers a little background. I did a writing prompt this summer that I loved so much and felt inspired to continue, and, after much encouragement from my readers in that direction, I pulled together an outline and started writing. It morphed from a short serial, into a full blown novel that I am planning (Lord willing) on publishing into book form at a later date. So, you get to read it first, for free! How cool is that! I am so so excited! A lot of time and work has gone into this project and I am so excited to share it with you all! This story really pulled on my emotions and there were times that I had to wipe away tears to see what I was writing. I hope this story touches, encourages, inspires, and entertains you. Ok, now, you can read away!

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Fall Guest Posts~ Day 3

I had the opportunity to guest post over at my friend Melani’s blog, Reflections of the Heart! Go check it out, leave a comment and follow her blog!  Blessings, VictoriaHi everyone!  My name is Victoria and I blog over at Ruffles and Grace. I have a huge passion for modest, feminine fashion, and I am a seamstress with a love for my trade and an enjoyment in creati…

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Writing Prompt 009

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“Berthilda, do stop chattering like a magpie, it is most unbecoming.”

My tone was slightly sharper than it needed to be. However, a young lady could only take so much talk about how a gentleman looks at one. I did not enjoy discussing such topics.

“But what if he thinks. . .”

“It really is no concern of yours what he thinks. There are far more important and constructive uses of our thoughts.”

I heard her sigh behind me as I drew the bow, rested the feathered fletching against my cheek and aimed for the target. When we did archery together at Miss Genevieve’s school for girls, I liked to focus on perfecting the art, Berthilda however, liked to do everything but.

“I just wish that someone would notice me. I will be an old maid at this rate!” Her half wail, half whisper was annoying and her comment ridiculous. Especially considering she was fifteen a day ago.

I refrained with extreme discomfort from rolling my eyes and released the pull I had on the bowstring. No sense wasting an arrow if my aim would not be true because I was distracted.

“Please don’t be ridiculous. You are only fifteen! The odds of you being an old maid are slim and none, and anything you say or do now will not help your matter. Please do not become like my older sister who thinks she has to constantly flirt or throw herself before gentlemen. It is unladylike and vulgar. You will be married when you will be married. Good gentlemen don’t like girls who are coquettish to a fault.”

She paused, actually giving thought to my words. It was about time.

Her next words came softly.

“I just don’t want to be alone, you know?”

I wheeled towards the target, drew the bow and shot. A near perfect shot. Miraculous considering the fact I was agitated. I knew exactly what she meant, and despite my stern remonstrance’s, I agreed. I did not want to be alone either.

 

Let me know what you thought in the comments below!

By His Grace,

Victoria