70. Sew what?

It is true confession time.

Apple fabric

Very cute designer fabric purchased on Etsy because I saw it on the internet and couldn’t find it in any stores.

If you are an alert reader (I know this is redundant — ALL you readers are alert!) you will remember way back in post #29 (This is now post # 70!) I talked about failure and the humility it brings when one attempts a project and is found lacking. At the end of the post, I bragged that my next project would be making shelf liners from Very Cute apple fabric and how I wouldn’t fail at that, because I KNEW how to sew…

That was October 9, 2012. As of June 19, 2013 there were still no shelf liners made out of Very Cute apple fabric.

There are several reasons explanations rationalizations excuses for this.

Actually, there is only one: I couldn’t find my sewing machine.

Right, you say, “How can one lose a sewing machine?”

In my city house, I have been blessed to have not only a library, but a small room upstairs that is totally mine. For crafts, sewing, storage (and I have a lot of craft stuff to store…). Even in the best of times the room was messy. In the worst of times, well….

Last year, the only time I set foot in the room was to find something I was pretty sure I had in there somewhere. I don’t remember even making Christmas cards, an annual event that usually gets the room in some sort of cleaned-up shape.

Yes, it was time to sort out the clutter and the rubble from the diamonds.

No, I didn’t find any diamonds, but I did find some old rubble that made me smile…

And underneath a pair of old curtains, 2 pillows, an iron, assorted papers, fabric, a bag of photos, and a box of assorted envelopes, was this:

White Treadle Sewing Machine.

A White sewing machine from the White Sewing Machine Company in Cleveland Ohio; the patent date is Nov. 26, 1888. A good guess is that it is a model VS III, manufactured in the 1890s. The web site Treadle On helped me to identify it.

Yes this is my only sewing machine, and it isn’t my first either — the first was a Singer model acquired in the mid-seventies for free by the side of the road. It worked for years until the leather belt broke. This one has a metal belt — think of a miniature slinky — and seems indestructible.
White treadle sewing machine, ca 1890.
A few years ago I bought my daughter a new sewing machine for a present and considered buying one for myself. But they all seemed so … well… fast! In fact, that was the sales lady’s pitch to me. “Look at how fast this sews!” she said proudly. She tromped on the presser foot and the whine of the machine sounded like a jet engine taking off. My old treadle has a gentle rocking sound; it goes as slow or as fast as I make it go. It is in sync with me and that’s how I like it.
I’ve made curtains, tablecloths, pillow covers, skirts, quilt tops, pajamas, purses, and prom dresses with this old machine.
Apple designer fabric by Robert Kaufman
And now I’m wondering if it has a place in the cottage. There’s no extra room for a sewing machine and the accoutrements that have to go with it — an ironing board, a cutting table, and storage for all those projects that might get finished some day…
Such as shelf liners from Very Cute apple fabric.

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One down, three more to sew…

64. It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like a Kitchen…

Everywhere I look
Finished walls and doors,
beautiful shiny floors
What a grand place to cook!

Yes, yes, I know. Bad rhymes again. But every time I walk into the kitchen I feel like singing (and dancing on the checkerboard floor). We’re getting close to the drum roll, but not yet. Still no stove. Still no French doors. But we redded up the place on Saturday in preparation for visitors — it is spring after all — and it looks almost like a real kitchen.

Built in behind-the door spice rack

This is the built-in floor to ceiling spice rack. The bottom shelves are larger to hold olive oil and larger bottles.

It was well that we neatened everything up, because we had more visitors on Saturday than we’ve ever had in one day. We even had our first international guests — our son-in-law’s parents from Spain are here visiting. Such a lovely time we had; I would have given anything to speak the same language…

His mom is an artist, and I was so pleased she noticed the kitchen windows. For outside the windows is the green green grass of spring, and inside the windows on the wall is Blooming Grove green.

The inside green and the outside green are separated by the creamy white of the windows, and I love it. I can’t manage a photo of it though. When I take a shot of the grass outside, the inside green is too dark; when I take a shot of the interior walls, the outside blurs. If someone out there in readerland is a photographer and can tell me how to do this, I’d be happy. In the meantime, you’ll have to look at these two photos and pretend.

We’ve also put wainscoting on the short wall that flows out to the peninsula between the living room and dining room. We’re still working on the rest of the wall as it turns the corner. The beam that separates the two rooms has to go up first. This is good because it means that we can finally get rid of these 2x4s that we’ve been walking around and through for the past year.

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Hey, the human species is very adaptable — we can get used to almost anything! (Washing dishes in the bathroom sink was tough though…)

We've put the island back in place. A dark oak cupboard will go on the wall next to the green door.

We’ve put the island back in place. A dark oak cupboard will go on the wall next to the green door.

We actually ate dinner in the kitchen on Monday night — on stools around the island — even though the stove is still in the living room. It was still a little too cool to eat on the porch, but it is ready for spring.

And so am I! Give me a gray, rainy day in spring over a sunny day in winter anytime!

61. A Short Treatise on the Accumulation of Material Goods; or, Too Much Stuff

I have stuff. My husband has stuff. We have stuff. Too Much Stuff.

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Mr. H.C. takes exception to this photo. He says to tell you all, dear readers, that this is the junk room at the cottage that we have not yet worked on. It’s where we put everything that isn’t being needed at the moment. Just until last week the kitchen cabinets were all in here too. It is NOT our bedroom…

Have you heard that song? The lyrics stick in my brain these days and I hum it often –even sing out sometimes — when no one is listening! Delbert McClinton, John Prine, and Lyle Lovett sing “It’ll weigh you down, foolin’ with too much stuff.” You can listen to it here in this you tube video.

When we move to Apple Hill Cottage in the sometime future, we are downsizing from a house with 6 rooms, 2 baths, 2 porches, a large 3-room basement, and a garage. It’s not a big house, believe me, but the cottage has 4 rooms, one bath, and a smallish 2-room basement. The gazebo (See post 13. A Lotta Big Trees ) could be used as a garage, and there’s also a huge back wrap-around porch, but NO extra stuff is going to be stored there! There’s also sort of a workshop/tractor storage space for Mr. H.C., but he doesn’t think it’s big enough. No. It isn’t big enough because he has LOTS of TOOLS. Did I say downsizing already?

How many pairs of shoes does one need? How many sweaters? How many antique dressers? How many sets of dishes? How many rooms per person? Of course, the more sweaters one has, the more antique dressers one needs… And the more antique dressers one has, the more rooms per person one needs. Etc. (I must confess that here I was going to take a picture of either all my shoes, or all my sweaters, but honestly? It was too much work to get them all in one place. And then I would have to put them all away…)

Did I mention I happen to like my antique dressers? And I like my sweaters too… But, as usual, I am a bundle of contradictions. I love simplicity. I WANT my life to be simple. I have only owned one bumper sticker in my life and it said, “The Best Things in Life Are Not Things.” I don’t go to malls; I try not to shop; yet I acquire stuff I don’t want anyway. How does this happen?

20130420-225449.jpgThe chorus in that song above is also worth repeating: “Well you can pile it high, but you’ll never be satisfied…” Right! There’s always the perfect something waiting around the corner — and if you don’t know that you need it, someone will surely convince you that you do…

Just the other day in the Wall Street Journal was an article about people acquiring material goods and then regretting it — “A Closet Filled with Regrets.” One could be an emotional shopper, a sales shopper, a wishful thinking shopper… but nowhere in the article did it suggest we should actually cut down on shopping. But then, it was the Wall Street Journal! There was one statistic, though, that should give us all pause — we wear 20% of the clothing we own.

Voluntary simplicity is a catch phrase these days, but I’m wondering if it will actually catch on. Our American society is just too materialism-driven; what would actually happen to the economy if we stopped buying stuff. I’m no economist (Economics was the only class I ever failed in my whole life…) but just thinking about it makes me shiver. Our economy encourages us to buy, to have — to buy and to have more and more. What if we just said — Enough. Stuff.

Celebration of Discipline by Richard J. FosterOur book group is reading and discussing Celebration of Discipline by Richard J. Foster. The chapter on Simplicity is jumbling around in my head, and combined with downsizing, (or thinking about downsizing…) yet also having to spend money to buy stuff for the kitchen we’re redoing? I am struggling with this! Guilty! Too Much Stuff. Not only me. Not only my husband. All of U.S. I know people who have so much stuff in their garage the car has to be parked on the street (not us — we’re good with this one!) I know people who have so much stuff that one whole bedroom upstairs always has the door shut (umm…I’m working on it!) I know people whose basement has so much stuff in it that no one is allowed in the basement but them (umm…working on that one too!) I know people whose dining room table is so filled with junk that they never eat there. This is especially prevalent around tax time. (Currently we’re good with this one, but we do have two tables to choose from, just in case!) Are you guilty yet?

So at our house we are both guilty, which makes it doubly hard. Whose stuff should get thrown out, given away, discarded, repurposed, recycled, or garage saled?  In the last week we have both made great strides–I have given two giant boxes of craft materials to our grandkids, and Mr. H.C. has donated his antique car (inherited from Uncle Charlie) to Make a Wish Foundation. But this is nothing compared to what we need to do. I’m thinking of having blog give-aways… Who would like a 76 piece set of Noritake China that Michael’s Uncle Kenny brought back from Japan? Oh wait, am I allowed to give away my husband’s stuff?

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If you’ve read this far, you must feel the same as I do. I bought Real Simple magazine once, but how simple is it to have stacks of magazines around telling you how to live simply? Just last month I recycled 4 years of Cooking Light, finally realizing that No, I’m not ever going to go through them, cut out the recipes, and store them in a binder…

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All sorts of people can get on this simplicity bandwagon: People who want to live in an ecologically friendlier way; Baby boomers or retirees who suddenly realize they have collected a lifetime of stuff and don’t want/need it anymore; People who want to downsize for any reason; and, Christians who want to take Jesus seriously when he speaks of trusting God to provide or sharing our wealth. So yes, I admit — I am in all four of those categories!

Richard Foster comes down hard on western culture. No, actually, he is Relentless. His words would make anyone squirm, and the thing is, many of his words are directly from the Bible. In fact, he says,

“the majority of Christians have never seriously wrestled with the problem of simplicity, conveniently ignoring Jesus’ many words on the subject. The reason is simple: this Discipline directly challenges our vested interests in an affluent life-style.”

So thinking that I need reminders, Mr. H. C. needs reminders, and probably all of you need reminders, here are some reminders from the chapter on simplicity that are worth repeating, remembering, and responding to.

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If we believe that all our stuff is from God and not of our own making or desiring, then we can share it more easily. Open hands are the outward evidence of an inner trust that God will provide us with what we need. Jesus promises us this in Matthew when he tells us to not be anxious and not to worry. That the birds of the air are clothed and fed, and aren’t we as loved by God as those little birds? (Matthew 6:19-34 ). Indeed, Foster says, “If what we have we receive as a gift, and if what we have is to be cared for by God, and if what we have is available to others, then we will possess freedom from anxiety…[and] freedom from anxiety is one of the inward evidences of seeking first the kingdom of God. The inward reality of simplicity involves a life of joyful unconcern for possessions.

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Most of us could get rid of half of our possessions without a struggle. Remember that 80% of our clothing that just hangs in our closets? So I don’t know about your stuff, but my stuff has to be moved, dusted, stored, and then moved again. What freedom it would be to not have so much — so right now I am starting — I am refusing to be a slave to stuff!

So how do we go about simplifying? Stay tuned. Mr. Foster gives us ten different practical ideas on how to go about simplifying our lives, and we will study them in the next post. :-) In the meantime you can check out these sites for a variety of takes on living simply: