The Pleasure of Making Things

The weather is still sort of strange and blustery here — intermittent rain, yesterday was windy, and while it’s been warm, its really only been warm-ish. So while I put in some turnips and beets and more onions over the weekend, it wasn’t really a gardening weekend.

But spring is here and I’ve been feeling that I don’t have anything to wear, so yesterday afternoon I made a couple of skirts. I fixed/finished one that I’d sort of botched — I wasn’t using a pattern but had cut it out using instructions from Sew What! Skirts! One of my projects in this blog, and in my little experiment here in Montana, has been not just to learn how to sew or knit from a pattern, or cook from a recipe, but to learn the skills I need to do some of these things without relying on instructions. My grandmother, for example, could sit down at the sewing machine and run up new dresses for all three of her girls in an evening (and often did since she’d rather create something than do the laundry, which she thought was boring). She could also knit gorgeous ski sweaters, with designs, without using a pattern (unfortunately she used cheap acrylic yarn from Woolworths. I have a number of them. She thought they were marvelous because you could throw them in the washer).

Now the skirt I was fixing was kind of a botch. I don’t think I’d really been paying attention when I cut it out. I’d managed to fix a bunch of shirts I bought from LL Bean that were too long — nice linen shirts but the shirttails were so long that they got all rumpled. I’d managed to measure off a shirt I had that I liked the fit, and had altered the four shirts I bought that weren’t right, and by the time I cut out the botched skirt, I was getting impatient. It showed. I finally left it for a few days and came back to it yesterday. I fixed it — it’s not entirely what I would have wanted, but it will be cute and I’m sure I’ll wear it a lot.
Because the freehand approach wasn’t working so well, I picked apart an old skirt that I really liked, but that was sort of worn out, and used it as the pattern. I decided to try cutting this one out on the bias, which just seems to hang better. And as always when making things, I discovered that when I really took the time, and slowed down, and payed attention to the process without rushing to just finish the thing, that I had a really nice time. The second skirt came out really well. It fits nicely and I finished all the inside seams and it went quickly and easily. It was a pleasant afternoon in my little basement sewing corner, with a golf tournement on the TV, and the laundry getting done. Outside the weather blustered away while inside, as my grandmother would say, we got something constructive done.

Now, if only I could get back to my novel with the same efficiency!

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The Milk Lady Returns …

My Milk Lady has returned! The cows calved and had a nice rest, and once again I’m getting my recycled gallon jar of milk every week. She had to raise her prices because the price of hay and fuel have gone up so much, and although I assured her it was fine, I understood, I still found a surprise present of a dozen duck eggs in my box last week.

I don’t know if all the health claims for raw milk are true, but I do know that it’s worth what I pay for a real food product, produced and delivered by someone whose animal husbandry and food preparation protocols I can trust. There’s a specific pleasure in helping to support a local farmer and knowing that by doing so we’re helping to keep that land in farming and not subdivided or turned into a gravel pit (as her neighbor is doing). And I know the milk tastes great, that the yoghurt I make from it is not like any yoghurt I’ve ever bought in a store, and that my allergies and digestive system do seem a little better when I’m eating a local food product that comes with all it’s original bacteria. Same goes for my own sourdough bread.

As for the duck eggs — I used them in the funeral cupcakes earlier this week. I’m not wild about duck eggs — even for me, a dedicated egg lover, they’re just a little too eggy — but they’re fabulous for baking. They whip up unbelievably, and they’re very rich. So, now I have a nice little stash of duck eggs as well.

I’ve also got half a local lamb on order … spring is here … there’s local food again. And it’s been raining, that’s rain, NOT snow (knock on wood) for two days now. A nice, soft, soaking spring rain which is encouraging the arugula, spinach, broccoli rabe, mustard and turnip greens, and peas that I planted last week to start poking up out of the raised beds. Teeny little green sprouts.

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New Fence

They finally came yesterday and finished my new fence. Every time I’ve gotten a fence put in, it’s the hardest part — living through the three or four days when the posts are in, but the fence isn’t in — last weekend was like that. I could see how the fence was going to be, but it wasn’t a fence yet — until yesterday. Now both sides of my backyard match, and it’s peaceful and private out there.

After yesterday’s funeral, which was as lovely as a funeral for someone who died too soon and too suddenly can be, it was so pleasant to come home to my quiet, private garden. Six hundred people packed into a church that held four hundred, and then a reception afterwards at the Elks club. It was a long day and as sad as it was, it was good to have a chance to repay some of the enormous kindness that came my way four years ago.

But I was exhausted by the time it was all over, and it was such a relief to come home to my lovely garden, and to sit on the little couch our there with the dogs, and read a magazine in the peace and quiet for a couple of hours.

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Catching Up ….

Here at LivingSmall we just flat-out ran out of gas last week.

A friend was killed in a wreck last Monday night — a heartbreaking event. So it’s been a week of phone calls and organizing the funeral (tomorrow) and I’ve got several batches of cupcakes to bake this afternoon.Yellow cupcakes with chocolate frosting — in yellow-and-purple polka-dotted cupcake papers, and sprinkled with the brightest, multi-colored sugar hearts I found at Fancy Flours. I was in the bathtub the other day when I heard very clearly from the other side that someone wanted cupcakes. Linnea was a great big athletic woman, she was loud, and funny and loved bright colors. She had a heart as big as the state. She’s going to be missed. So no matter how mad I am at her for getting in that car, I’ll bake some cupcakes for her funeral.

But even before that phone call I was planning to take a couple of days off. I sort of hate to take vacation days when I don’t have a trip planned, but I was absolutely burned out. I took Friday off, and I’ve got today and tomorrow and it wasn’t until this morning that I even felt I could begin to think about writing anything. It’s been a long winter, and my job at the Big Corporation has been really intense. Not bad, just unrelentingly busy. And I’ve recast my book project yet again — as a novel — back to writing fiction. It’s been a great switch, and I had been having a great time writing it in the early mornings before work, but since I went to California a couple of weeks ago I just haven’t been able to get back in the saddle again.

Sometimes you just need to take a couple of days off, dink around the house, putter in the garden, read a novel or two, and just recharge the batteries. The sun has come out and although I wish this break was longer, after a couple of days, I’m starting to feel my energy come back.

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