This morning, I am stirring my tea with a fork. All the spoons are in the dishwasher. Or in my teenage daughter’s room. My 5-year-old matter-of-factly using a fork to stir his hot cocoa earlier this week reminded me that A. We need more spoons and B. A fork does the job.
Recently, I was in a couple of situations that made me uncomfortable. Both times, I allowed something to happen because I wasn’t willing to rock the boat to make things different.
So Stewpot Susie that I am, now I’m looking back and trying to figure out if there was a way (IS a way) I could be true to myself without hurting anyone’s feelings. Or if I should just go with the flow in order to keep the peace.
Today, I got together with some costuming friends. It wasn’t costumed meet-up, but because we are who we are, all of us were wearing some type of history bounding something or other, or accessorizing with a costuming piece. I wore this vest, a midi linen skirt with my favorite blue boots, and the hat I had just finished making.
I don’t have any photos of the hat yet, but it’s a free pattern from Thistle Thistle, so you can click over there to see a pic if you’re curious. Hopefully I’ll be able to get a decent photo in it soon.
Decent is relative, because it’s a pixie hat, and I’m an adult.
A long, long time ago, before the pandemic, I made a commitment to stop buying clothes because I was spending too much, didn’t need any more clothes, and was having trouble finding ethical sources.
And I did stop. Since I transitioned from that initial commitment, I’ve almost exclusively purchased only occasional replacements for items that wore out or things I wore all the time and never seemed to have enough of.
Every time I would start to think about buying more clothes, I would realize my hamper was full. As soon as I did the laundry, I found all the clothes that were “missing” from my closet.
