After reading Miss Wrangler’s post on making a sweet soaker this morning, I go to thinking about getting crafty. I’m one of those chicks with a failed Etsy, bins and bins of fabric, drawers of yarn, needles, paint, thread, tools, felt, and all other stuff that might one day become something sweet. In the fall and winter months I just want to cozy up, bake some muffins (which did not turn out well at all) and get to making something.
I’ve decided this year to make sets of cloth napkins out of reclaimed fabric as holiday gifts (now you all know what you’re getting). Thinking that now would be the time to learn how to use the serger my grandma got for my mom a few years back, I asked my mom to bring it over. After dinner last night, we went out to the car to retrieve the serger…um, yeah.
I am reading Radical Homemakers right now and in one part of the book, the author says that we have lost the ability or the belief that we can teach ourselves things. I think I agree. It’s easier to buy something than it is to make it or to fix it yourself. We just had to buy a new fridge after only five years because they manufacture them so they will not last and if they do break, the repair costs are equal to just buying a whole new fridge.
This is just part and parcel of all sorts of consumer guilt I’ve been having these days…I buy beans in cans, I buy frozen sweet potato fries, I shop the clearance rack a Target, I buy baby wipes instead of making them myself, I only cloth diaper at home and I put them in the dryer, I drive a giant SUV, I have a DVR, I lather, rinse and repeat. I am hopeless. In my wildest dreams, I am living off only the goods and foods I can grow and barter for. I am sewing my children’s clothes from flour sacks. I ride my trike with one kid in the Ibert and one kid in the trailer laden with fresh fruits and vegetables from the farmer’s market. Too much? Ok, maybe I just take a little bit more time to use a little bit less and be a little bit more useful.
I am still super intimidated by this machine. I’m a pretty quick study for the most part and I am determined to figure this thing out (with the possibility of a few phone calls to Aunt Kathy, the sewing machine queen). Hopefully, neither our crayon recycling project yesterday, nor my failed muffins this morning will be an indicator of future crafting success.