I think that we that practice the ages-old art of making all take a step back from time to time and think about how curious modern life is. In particular, the cycle of consumption that we feel caught in as part of American society. I think about it every time the now oft-used word "curated" is applied to commodities. When did a word that was generally used to mean collecting objects for museums and archives begin being applied to being a consumer of some taste and means? I feel that it's a linguistic trace of some things that are wrong. Granted, people that use words like "curate" to describe choosily obtaining personal possessions usually have nice things that perhaps I also would like to have, but it's just another sneaky way of suggesting that your shopping habits are short hand for personality.
Unfortunately, I think sites like Pinterest (as much as I love it) are a breeding ground for this sort of mentality. You pick the right clothes, home décor, appliances and you're the right kind of person.
A & I have talked a lot lately about the unique satisfaction of making your own things. We've started wishing we could make our own everything. Being good worker bees means we only have so much time to make, so we are forced to rely on outside sources for many things, but we're trying to be more conscious about it. It's a work in progress.
Speaking of works in progress, I picked up the back hem stitches of Lewis this morning. I'm hoping to finish the hem today and begin a sleeve.
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