One of the pleasures of becoming a mom has been rediscovering the public library. I first went to take N to storytime, but now I'm hooked on this free wealth of knowledge and inspiration. One library book I've been mulling over lately is Keeping House: The Litany of Everyday Life by Margaret Kim Peterson.
One description of making caught my attention in particular:
It is this capacity of handwork to make room for joy, room for grief, room for hope and waiting and process, that makes it so valuable a practice in a world that increasingly has no room for any of these things. Many of us have less and less experience with anything that unfolds over time...But life is not instantaneous. It takes time, and handwork can be a way to weave temporality and process back into our lives. (pg 80)I experienced this exact phenomenon while sewing today with a customer who has come to sew at the studio a handful of times. In the process of cutting, sewing fabrics, and joining layers together, she told me about a painful life situation.
Peterson also writes:
There are, of course, other ways to join one life with another. Not everyone has to learn to knit or sew or spin. But there is something very real in the connections that are forged in handwork of various kinds, even though industrialization has changed the character of handwork from an art of necessity to an art of choice." (pg 78)What relationships in your life have been strengthened by making things together? Where has the process of handwork (in any form) created room for joy, grief, or just the opportunity to experience life as a process that takes time?
I would love to hear your thoughts on this. And if the book has piqued your interest, I encourage you to check out Keeping House.