A handmade heritage
Nothing has to inspire me to buy handmade; it is the way I was
raised. My mother was raised on a remote ranch where it was pretty much "make it yourself or do without." That
upbringing was reinforced by a later adolescence in the Depression, when even in Houston rather than on the ranch,
there was no money to get "store-baught."
Her wonderful design sense and skill in many fields of craft,
from sewing to woodworking to ceramics and jewelry, meant that she would almost always make whatever she needed -
a large wooden planter, a dress, a light fixture, a necklace - herself rather than purchase from a store. I don't
believe I ever saw her give a Christmas gift that she had not made until she was nearly 80, when she sadly
observed that she was giving most of her gifts out of museum catalogs that year.
I hope she would approve
of my designs and level of craftmanship. I still kind of labor under an inferiority complex. The only craft I
really think I am BETTER at is cooking. She mostly left the day-to-day kitchen to my father.
went to school for many years to learn science and biology and ecology. And I blog about the natural history that I encounter. But now I discover that I
would rather make things, after all. And if I don't know how to make them, to buy them from others who MAKE