I want to be able to do the things my grandparents did. To be more self-reliant. I'm not saying I want to just get an orange in my stocking at Christmas or that anti-depressants and wi-fi are bad things, but I would like to not be so dependent on the government or on "the man." It would be nice not to be a slave to Wal-Mart.
So I handsewed my first patchwork quilt. It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, but it was incredibly time consuming. I intially took pity on my grandma that after handwashing clothes in the creek her reward was to sit in her rocking chair and pull out the needle and thread. But honestly, there's something therapeutic about hard work and something fulfilling about making something with your hands. I can't say that the quilt is perfect. But hey, absolutely nothing in my life is. In fact, the cat is probably peeing on it in the pictures.
