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.
I love Mr. Rogers, but if we were having tea together, I would ask him, “Who are the helpers? How do we know they are here to help and not to hurt?” It’s not always black and white, is it?
Cue my book selections for this month.
We’re talking about …. helpers.
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.
