• Frugality,  Recycling,  Simplicity

    The Importance of Ingenuity

    As I repaired my mother’s quilt, it became obvious that I would have to re-quilt it. The thread she had used to quilt it initially had disintegrated in places; to skip that step would defeat the entire purpose of repairing it. I had a problem with completing that task. In order to quickly quilt it, I needed to use the…

  • Simplicity,  Wardrobe

    Old Pants, New Tailor

    “Grandma, can I spend the night?” It has been ages since I’ve heard those words from my beloved grandson. Risk or no, I could not have refused to save my soul. I reasoned that since we’d both been at home (and not exposed to potential nastiness), that we should be okay. He was fascinated as he watched me sewing masks.…

  • Frugality,  Simplicity,  Wardrobe

    A Mother’s Work is Never Done

    My Katie managed to score a day off from work yesterday, so we had the rare treat of sipping coffee together as we started the day. The conversation turned to brainstorming, since a relative had called to request some masks for herself and her son; she wants to pay and I don’t feel that it’s proper to accept money from…

  • Finances,  Frugality,  Recycling

    The Stitch Rebellion

    As our governor began to list the dead yesterday evening, chants from the protestors outside drowned him out. He sighed, explained that this wasn’t about popularity. He would save as many lives as he could save, despite the protestors campaigning for him to let people die by reopening our economy. It reminded me of a parable I read in the…

  • Food,  Frugality,  Minimalism,  Simplicity

    Blast From the Past

    “Is it done yet?” Middle Daughter bounced in her toddler chair as she watched me sewing her latest dress. “Not yet, honey,” I repeated patiently. “It takes time to make a dress.” “Okay.” “Is it done yet NOW?” she asked a few minutes later. “If you don’t quit asking, I’m gonna quit!” I’d eventually warn her in frustration. The death…

  • Business

    The Prom Pickle

    Earlier this year my beloved Katie excitedly prepared for the prom. She shopped and shopped for the perfect dress. One evening she emerged from her bedroom with a troubled look. “Mom, my prom dress is going to be way too long,” Katie announced. “Can you get someone to hem it?” I asked. She frowned. “If I get the seller to…