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  • Death to Quality?

    I am an avid watcher of the “CREATE” channel by PBS.  The station plays shows containing information on tons of ways to create things with your hands.  From food to painting, you can watch shows on “how to” do pretty much anything artistic.

    Yesterday, I was watching a sewing show.  The ladies on the show were all in their sixties or older.  I began to think about it.  What is going to happen to our society when these ladies are gone?  How many young people actually take an interest in something which takes longer than 10 minutes to complete?  Will people have to purchase a new “this” or “that” every 6 weeks because of the ill prepared content and construction?  It concerns me for my child.

    “What?  Concerns you for your child?” you may ask.  Yes!  Our society has become so consumed with quick and easy.  We run to the cupboard for a meal in a box.  We run to the store for a pretty dress or quilt.  We type a fast note to a friend instead of sitting down to write a letter.  We go go go to fill in the spaces of our lives.  I am just as guilty.  Quick has replaced quality in our culture.

    I watched the older lady carefully hand sew on a piece of fabric.  You could tell she had made these stiches thousands of times in her life.  Though she was obviously skilled, it was her manner which was impressive.  She was steady.  There was no rushing in her hands.  She carefully moved.  She studied each placement of the needle.  She was in the moment.  She was not concerned with how quickly she needed to complete the project.  Her concern was how well she accomplished the task at hand.

    I suppose what concerns me is that my child will grow up in a world that is lived out through a screen.  It frightens me that he may grow up in a culture where it’s not about the care and consideration put into your work, but how quickly it can be accomplished.  When the older craftsmen and women are gone, will the art die with them?  Will it become more rare than gold?  (If you look at the price tag of handmade items today, you would think we are already at this place.)  Or, will our society become so engulfed with the virus of expediency that quality will no longer matter?

    Of course, the irony of the entire thought is played out in my posting of this idea. Please be aware that I understand the importance of technology.  As a matter of fact, I love technology.  Trust me, every time I need a shower or I need to cook, I thank God for giving people visions and abilities.  For myself, though, I am going to strive to slow down and try to absorb the creating of the art as much as the outcome.  Maybe, if I can learn better to be in the moment of the creation, my son will notice.  Hopefully, he will learn to take this skill into whatever career he chooses.  So, whether he becomes a trash collector or doctor, he will know it is not about what you can get out of your work, but what you put into it that matters.

  • Snow…snow…snow..snow…SNOW!

    I love the snow.  It invigorates me.  I love the way it feels under my feet, and the way my face feels in the cold breeze.  It makes me feel alive.

    I live in Alabama, though.  Snow is a rarity.  However, last night, we got nearly a foot of SNOW!  I was so excited last night, I couldn’t go to sleep.

     

     

  • Marriage and Automobiles

    Today, my family loaded up for the weekly trip to Grandma and Grandpa’s house.  We literally have to go over the river and through the woods to get there.

    As we were on our way home, we passed a junkyard:  a.k.a. car cemetery.  I looked over and saw an old SUV covered in rust with no tires, no doors, and grass growing around the edges and thought, “you know, at one time, that car was the excitement of someone’s life.”  Figuring this would be an interesting topic of conversation with my husband, I repeated out loud what my head was thinking.  “You know, honey, those cars, at one time, were bright shiny and new.  They had a new car smell, and somebody thought it was the best thing in this world to be the owner of that car.”  Then, it dawned on me, and I could not resist, “kind of like marriage, huh?”  We both laughed out loud.

    We continued along this line of conversation for a while, and this was my conclusion.  Yes.  All of those cars in the graveyard were once the most prized possession of someone:  just like the beginning of marriage.  You get in your new car, take a deep breath and smile a bit.  You settle into the seat, making slight adjustments to the mirrors, and then you commence to pushing all the buttons to see what happens.  Just like the beginning of marriage.  Then, you take it for a spin.  You start out slow to get the hang of the steering wheel and gas peddle, but after a bit, you decide you need to, “see what this baby can do”.   Just like the beginning of marriage.

    After you have gotten yourself comfortable with the way the car handles, you tend to push your luck a bit.  You take a curve a bit faster than before putting yourself in danger.  You get a little closer to the stop sign before you put on breaks.  How is this like marriage?  Well, once you are comfortable, you start to test your capabilities as a spouse.  After that first “wreck”, you start to realize you can either keep on driving this way, or you can lean back a bit and enjoy the ride.

    So, 5 years later, you have had this same car.  No longer does that new car smell surround you.  No longer do you have to seek out the radio buttons or windshield wiper switch.  You instinctively know where these things are located.  You know the speed the car rides the best at, and you know how to handle the steering.  It has become part of you.  The new has worn off, but you still love or hate the comfort of your broken in car.

    The life of a car can take many roads, but the 2 most taken are these:  kept so well it becomes an antique that most people envy or a bucket of rust on a patch of earth that is forgotten.  These are the two most common outcomes for marriage as well.  It is either one of those marriages people look to as what they desire for themselves, or, it becomes a marriage of resentment, or worst yet, indifference.  Either way, the marriage is, in essence, dead.

    As we began to talk about these ideas, Steve and I realized the only way a marriage can become an “antique” is with a lot of love, a lot of work, a lot of care, and a lot of dedication.  I certainly hope we can remember this the next time our marriage needs a new alternator. 🙂

  • Agony

    My son amazes me.  When things are good, they are great.  When things are bad, the whole world crashes around him.  He is so dramatic.  There is very little in between for him.  The moments he is actually  calm, cool and collected are few during a day.

    This does not surprise me at all.  I tend to be the same way.  For those of you reading this who are trying to psycho-analyze the situation, it’s not manic depression.  It’s called DRAMA!  More than one person has called me a “drama queen” in the past.  Though this use to bother me, I have learned that you are who you are.  This is a basis of my personality.  I feel things deeply.

    I suppose my son has inherited this fabulous attribute.  He is so tender hearted.  Whenever I tell him, “NO!”, he sticks out that bottom lip like I’ve just torn his little heart from his chest.  He is wonderful.

    Hopefully, he will learn, as his mommy has, that this trait does not have to be a bad thing.  Of course, it doesn’t have to be quite the production, either.  The older I get, the more I have learned to harness this superpower of emotion.  Hopefully, he will learn the lesson more quickly than I.  If not, I’m in for one serious ride. 🙂

  • A Bit of Work

    For all of you who do read this blog, please be patient with me as I fool around with my layout and style.  These things take time, and I’m learning. 🙂

    Happy New Year!

    Autumn

  • Another Year, Another Goal

    Every year, I feel this refreshing sense of new beginnings.  It lends itself to a desire for more out of life.  Instinctively, I am pushed towards creating a list of impossible goals.  Then, I reel myself back in and settle on 11 attainable goals.  Like most, I tend to forget these goals, and I find myself yet again at the end of a year and at the beginning of another.  Inspired, I make another list which will be forgotten.

    However, this year, I am holding myself accountable to you:  the reader.  By putting this list on the ever-growing and privacy destroying internet, I am solidifying goals.  Hopefully, this will make me more driven to remember what it was I wanted.  How is it we forget what it is we want?  Easy:  seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years.

    My List:

    1.  Exercise.  How?  3 days a week (Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday) cardio, 2 days a week, (Monday, Wednesday) strength and stretching.  I will give myself some flexibility due to being a mom.

    2.  Take one class (or read a blog) a week in photography.  The goal is to learn one thing I didn’t know, or I didn’t know how to do well.

    3.  Make one new dish a month.  I would say one new dish a week, but that’s pushing it.

    4.  Become a coupon clipper phenom.  I want to save as much money as I possibly can on food.

    5.  Keep a daily schedule.  I am already pretty good at this, but I want to get better.

    6.  Eat healthy.  I am TERRIBLE at drinking enough water.  If I could only drink 8 glasses a water a day, I would consider this a success on this goal.

    7.  Pick one month to photograph everyday.  nuff said.

    8.  Start a garden.  My husband and I want to start an organic garden this year.  We have tried this in the past, but this year, I’m going to plan better so it will be more fruitful.

    9.  Finish projects I keep putting off.  This goal in and of itself will keep me busy.

    10.  Work towards becoming completely debt free.  Just takes discipline.

    11.  The most important goal of all:  Do everything I can do, with God’s strength and wisdom, to be the best wife and mother I can be daily.  I want to focus on how I can serve my Lord, my husband, and my son by using the gifts God has given me.

    Ok….there it is.  I must say that I am extremely excited about this!  Now, the trick is to stay excited about it daily.  I’ll keep you posted. 🙂