I once heard Kat Lavers say how she fell in love with growing her own food.
She saw a bird pull a worm out of the earth and eat it and she thought to herself…
“What sought of self-respecting animal can’t feed itself?”
We have 3 vegie boxes in our backyard. We have the tiniest back yard that is filled to the brim with life. At the moment, we even have a burgeoning peach tree that is holding its very first peaches.
All of this happens via some miracle. The same way I have an endless jar of honey in the cupboard the green things in my life miraculously take care of themselves.
Which is very fortunate, because I really wouldn’t know how to grow my own food.
Humans are weird animals, we are born naked.
Most animals are born with the covering they need to survive.
At some stage, we evolved to a point, and migrated to places, where we needed to cover ourselves to survive.
Now, most humans wouldn’t know how to create the clothing they need to protect themselves.
What kind of self-respecting animal can’t make its own clothes?
I’ve just spent the past few days drafting a shirt pattern and now I am on the slow path to making myself a new shirt.
I used to do this kind of thing all the time as a child. I grew up on my Mum’s knee at the sewing machine.
I haven’t done it for years now.
But lately I have been thinking a lot about where my clothes come from. Who makes them and under what circumstances do they make them? Like our food I feel like we have become disconnected from the clothing we wear.
Yesterday I bought a t-shirt for my nephew for $1 and I bought some fabric for $8 and drafted and constructed a t-shirt for him. It took me a few hours. I didn’t need to do it…when you can buy one for a dollar why would you?
I wanted to see what it was like to make a t-shirt compared to buying it.
It is fiddly, not too hard, but much more work than spending a dollar.
My nephew was pretty excited. We transferred one of our drawings onto the front of it. He is now in the process of colouring it in.
Life has got to a point where I expect things to just happen. To be immediate. I can see how much my life has benefited from this…but I can also see how this means I have lost touch with what it means to take care of myself in the world.
Some things take effort.
Being able to put that effort in makes me more robust.
I’d like to remember that.
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