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I agree, though I wonder if it’s just us Iowans who get this.


Picked up my C.S. Lewis collection last night (finally).

Started with “The Screwtape Letters” last night, which are the (fictional of course) letters sent by an uncle, a “senior” demon, giving advice to his nephew – also a demon – on procuring a mans soul away from “the Enemy”,and am already about half way through.

“Once you have made the World an end, and faith a means, you have almost won your man and it makes very little difference what kind of worldly end he is pursuing.  Provided that meetings, pamphlets, policies, movements, causes, and crusades, matter more to him than prayers and sacraments and charity he is ours – and the more ‘religious’ (on those terms) the more securely ours.  I could show you pretty cageful down here…”

I could expand on why this particular passage struck me as special at this point and time, but just go turn on the news, go to any dot com news site and see what “meetings, pamphlets, policies, movements, causes and crusades” are taking up the majority of our time and I’ll show you a good number of people who aren’t focusing on the later part of that statement.

Screwtape would be proud.

So this ad has gotten a lot of attention recently.  There are people who love and people who hate, and I understand both sides, but just wanted to voice my opinion.

It’s a clever ad campaign; drawing on the current “vocalness” of a traditional-values- America facing more and more issues that push their moral compasses.  Even down to its typography it’s clever.  It declares itself a “Manifesto” and uses a layout visually similar to the American declaration of Independence and the American Constitution.  But, it generally rubs me the wrong way.

This is the part wear I go a little history nerd on you, I apologize.

So many people weighing in on this subject have been throwing around the word “chivalry” and the phrase “men should wear the pants”.  Really people?  Really?  I’ve always hated this term to begin with, especially when related to chivalry and I’ll break it down for you quickly

  1. Chivalry is a relatively ambiguous term mainly defined by the time, place and culture of the “definer”.
  2. Chivalry was an ideal, often a literary ideal and should not be believed to have been a common social norm.  In reality it stands to realize that real chivalrous men were probably about as common then as they are now.
  3. Pants, or trousers as the should be called, that we would recognize didn’t come up into common wear until the early 1800’s.  Knickers became fashionable about 50 years earlier.  Before then its was the codpiece + hose look (think Romeo and Juliet).
  4. When the IDEAL of Chivalry was originated men’s clothing could have varied like this

If we go back any further you begin to see that men and womans clothing, though different in style, were almost as androgynous as todays “jeans and t-shirt” variety.

Medieval versions of tights – yes.

“Pants” – no.

To the people at Dockers to more points –

Khaki’s as civilian wear didn’t become fashionable until the 1950’s, not exactly a long running clothing tradition and your ad campaigns call for men to “Get their hands dirty” while wearing your pants does not make sense.  No one, man or woman, wears their nice pair of Dockers brand khaki pants (not even your utility “cargo pant” option) when they’re driving a tractor, driving cattle, building a building, laying a road or fixing machinery – you know, all that work that literally makes one get their “hands dirty”.

I don’t mind what the ad says necessarily.  I can see that in our cultures attempt to give and accept equality, too many people have interpreted equality to mean “Now that I have equality I can act the like worst example of what I was fighting against” instead of  “Now that I have equality I can still act according to my original moral compass, just now with access to the new ability to participate actively in my society without fear of recrimination”.  I too wish that more people would show signs of common courtesy and various traditional values that the ad campaign is geared toward, but I don’t appreciate that they using that to sell pants.  To me the ad screams, “Look we’re trying to extol traditional values out the wazoo so that you will feel that buying our merchandise will some how improve society”; and it’s probably working – because we all know that what’s in your closet makes the man or the woman or the family for that matter.

We hear it all the time that we need to but less emphasis on the idea that “the clothes make the woman” so why is it okay to do the same with men?  To me its trying to tell me that the only way to be an acceptable man in our society is to have a job or social life that includes the wearing of khaki pants.  So all the men I know that wear Carhart work-wear or baggy pants with chains or tights and pumpkins pants cannot possibly be “real” men?  I, for one, don’t appreciate that.  What my father, husband, and male friends and family wear defines them as much as my clothes should define me.

In fact, and yes this is a generalization so move on, when I lived in a larger metro area the door was held for me more the guy in the urban street wear, complete with baggy pants and pristine baseball cap than the business man in his Dockers and suit coat.

So I say, Dockers, make your ads what you wants; we’ll probably still purchase your pants for my husband at work.  However I don’t believe you actually care about any traditional values except when they can make you a profit.

A man can be “a man” whether he wears jeans to work or khakis or camouflage; whether he works at at the corner gas station or the corner office.  It’s not about what he wears, but rather how he acts and we’re not going to fix our “flawed society” by telling him that he doesn’t have to act like a man if he doesn’t have the money or the job to back up his wardrobe.  I’ve said it before on various subjects from clothing  to computer control, gadgets and gimmicks aren’t go to fix us.  We have step away from the television, the computer and the magazines and focus on fixing these problems ourselves and no amount of stuff is going to fix a flawed moral compass.

Children don’t need all their clothes from Kids Gap to be kids.  Women don’t need clothes cut down to there and up to there to be a woman.  And I’m sorry Dockers you can keep your poly-cotton, stain resistant permanent pleat khakis, my husband doesn’t need to wear your pants for me to know that he’s a kind, courteous gentleman.

P.S.  It’s also fun to watch people’s mouths drops when he picks up other peoples litter on the sidewalk, holds doors, gives up his seat or assists that little old lady on the street when he’s wearing his favorite black and neon green baggy pants… you know the ones with the millions of pockets and chains.

My last thought on this verse comes from wondering if we haven’t been focusing too much on actions the word “submit” brings to mind.  Especially in a modern type of thought we see this passage in all the, what I will call, the wrong ways it is used.  We see this verse used to control a woman’s actions and decisions from the extent of her education to her type of dress.

As I stated in my previous post I’ve stated my belief that I now see this passage more as a cry for respect, involvement and self-sacrifice.  I would also like to suggest that this passage is also about devotion and for that I choose this particular interpretation of the text.

“Wives, submit yourselves to your husbands as to the Lord.”

The addition of the word “yourselves” adds a whole new dimension to the phrase.  If you choose a religious life you are called to do so by being devoted to that religion.  In the Old Testament, Joshua 21:43 it says “to love the Lord your God, to walk in all his ways, to obey his commands, to hold fast to him and to serve him with all of your heart and all your soul.”

Devotion, by definition, is an “Ardent, often selfless affection and dedication, as to a person or principle.”  If our marriages are supposed to reflect our love of God, than shouldn’t they mirror it in devotion?  If we don’t go into marriage to serve our husbands and wives (remember the next verse says for men to do likewise) with “all of your heart and all of your soul” i.e. submitting “yourselves” then what does that say about your devotion to God?

We are taught from childhood to put all our faith and trust in God.  We are to listen to what He wants and make decisions for our lives from that, even if it means not always getting what we want.  I’m sure many of us can think of a few examples of people getting married for the wrong reasons or with the wrong ideas.  People who think I can still act the same and do all of the same things that I could do before marriage.  I can be married and still be completely independent.  The only thing that is important to me is me and it will stay like that.”  Though we might not know too many people who would say this out-loud, actions often speak louder than words and we see those who don’t want to give up certain aspect of a “single” lifestyle or make career and financial decisions without consulting their partners.

I’m here to say it is not like that.  When you devote yourself to being married, just as when you devote yourself in your religion, you should be saying “I’m ready to give up a little bit of myself.  I am ready to stop the world from revolving around me.  I am ready to make choices based on what is good for us, not just me.  I am ready, even, to change if it is necessary.”

To submit yourselves, to be willing to give yourselves to all the major relationships in your life should be an act of devotion – an “ardent, often selfless affection and dedication, to a person or principle.”

Okay to start off, I’m taking a bit of a risk with this post.  Normally I try to keep religious and political opinions to a minimum, but Elizabeth posted an interesting post this morning of a religious nature, and I’ve had something rattling around in my head of a similar nature that I want to get out.  So here goes my first official religious type post.   As a disclaimer I’d just like to put out there that I’m a Christian, currently trying to find out where she fits in, so any posts on this subject will be Christian in nature.  But I’m not out to try and convert anyone; religion has always been an interesting subject to me and study has always been encouraged in my family.  As my husband says, we attempt not to be blind sheep; when we say we believe X, Y and Z we understand why we believe X, Y and Z.

Okay so here it goes.

So when I got married I wasn’t going through a huge actively religious time in my life, but I dutifully got out my Bible and read some passages.  You know the typical ones like Corinthians and some of that Genesis stuff, but there was one passage that always rubbed me the wrong way and that was good ol’ Ephesians 5:22, you probably know the one even if you don’t read the Bible.  The infamous “Wives, submit to your husbands, as to the Lord.”  It was enough to make my hackles stand on end, if I had hackles that is.

And I thought here’s this one little sentence that’s going to ruin my life.  I have to submit to Ben for everything?  I mean seriously everything?  It’s a little vague, does it just mean about home things and raising children or do I need to get his okay on how I look when I go out of the house and what I say, watch, read?  Excuse me while I run for the door.  I’m not going to let one person have that much control over me; I’m a modern, educated, experienced young woman gosh darn it!

Needless to say I still got married, but I didn’t use this passage as a reading during the ceremony.

This has long been a passage used by many to insist that men get to be dominant and women only submissive little housewives with no opinions of their own and no minds of their own.  In fact, though I can’t currently source it, I believe I remember reading that it was once used as justification against womens suffrage.

There are a few basic was this passage has been translated

1.  Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord.

2.  Wives, yield to your husbands, as you do to the Lord.

3.  Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord.

4.  Wives, be subject to your husbands as you are to the Lord.

In general most of the translations are fairly similar so we must look at the definition of the word “submit”.  A quick punch into gives us this:


1.  to give over or yield to the power or authority of another (often used reflexively).

2.  to subject to some kind of treatment or influence.

3.  to present for the approval, consideration, or decision of another or others: to submit a plan; to submit an application.

4.  to state or urge with deference; suggest or propose (usually fol. by a clause): I submit that full proof should be required.

So we’ve all seen this passage defined by those top two definitions, but in my mind defining this word in this instances with those two definition justs fuels the the fire for those who’d use this passage for their own gain.  So I suggest using definition#3.

Even taking out the word submit and putting in the definition makes the passage so much more assessable  “Women present for the approval, consideration or approval of your husbands as you do to the Lord.”  Wow, now I feel all warm and fuzzy inside!  I can do that without loosing my modern sensibilities no problem!

So what I do I see this passage asking me to do?

Show Some Respect, Be Equally Involved and Realize It’s Not All About You.

I believe it is encouraging women and men (don’t forget the next passages tells men to do the same and is often overlooked!) to give their marriages and their spouses the same amount of respect they’d give God.  This I got no problem as I see marriage as having three partners; husband, wife and God all equally involved and respected.

I believe it is encouraging husband and wife to be equally involved.  There is no one person who gets more say than the other.  You’ve got to check with the other when you’re making decisions.  Even if we go with the traditional outline of marriage i.e. man as breadwinner and woman as runner of the home we see how this works.  The breadwinner wouldn’t up and leave his job without consulting his wife just as the homemaker wouldn’t order a refurbished kitchen without checking with her husband.  It’s all about the balance and balance helps keep peace.

I believe it is encouraging both to realize “It’s not all about you.”  Yep, guess what, no matter which religion if any you belong to most likely you’re going to realize that marriage is a serious point in your life when it becomes about two people not just about one.  You need to make decisions that not only affect you, but other people now and guess what?  You’re not always going to have the right answer and we can see this from anything on choosing how to combine your furniture, to picking out dinner, to figuring out how to raise kids.  It’s a partnership and partnerships are all about the give and take.

So in brief, just as most of us wouldn’t make a big decision without prayer and consideration, this passage is encouraging husbands and wives to treat their decisions with that same kind of thoughtfulness and consideration.  Just as when we pray about something we feel we want and then receive a sign that it’s not a good decision, we both must be willing to act the same with in a marriage.  Sometimes he’s going to know what’s best., sometimes she is and sometimes neither is going to know what’s best and both should listen to the third partner in their marriage.  However, each must be willing to do and accept the outcome with humility and love.

So now with all my modern thoughts and opinions do I consider myself a submissive wife to my husband, I might loose my feminist card for saying so, but yes I do.  Just as I believe my husband is a submissive husband to me and that we are both submissive to something greater.

I don’t know about the rest of you, but I grew up with “A Prairie Home Companion”. I wish I could say we sat down every weekend to listen to it on the radio, but no, we just weren’t that kind of family. Instead Mr. Keillor and his Wobegon stories followed us on every car trip and family vacation. This was to the extent that I sometimes have to remind myself that the infamous “Tomato Butt” story did not actually happen to me, though I could tell it like it did.


I have always loved hearing stories read aloud. I think audiobooks should be on the list of the 10 greatest achievements of all time, right up there with indoor plumbing and penicillin. My favorite memory of high school was my 9th grade English teacher. She herself was a wonderful story teller, always ready with something she swore was true. But what made her great was when she decreed that every Thursday was Story Time and we’d sit around in our desks eating animal crackers and listening to “The Princess Bride”. There’s no other better memory that I have of those four years, than at that desk listening to that story.


Sometimes when work gets a little overwhelming and I feel that we’re all being a little too serious I like to remind myself of the roots of my career. Thousands and thousands of years ago, someone around a campfire decided that they had a story to tell. They stood up and started speaking, and well, it’s all gone down hill since then. Now we believe, in order to tell a good story that we need big names and bigger budgets to the point I wanted to scream at them to go down to the library or the school, gather kids together and tell them a story of a group of confused love sick kids spending a night in the woods or a story about someone being betrayed by their best friends and I guarantee they will be the most rapt, appreciative and delighted audience you will ever have. All it is is just a glorified Story Time.


My husband, Ben, is rather well known in our group of friends and family for his story telling. No matter what, he always seems to have a story. In fact it was because of one of his stories that I first felt that I had gotten an in with my future in-laws. The night I could start to tell the infamous “The summer before fourth grade when I broke my leg playing tag in the yard with my uncles” was the first moment that something in my head clicked and I knew I was making the right decision. Sometimes I’m not as proud about Ben’s ability to tell stories; sometimes he chooses stories that take three hours to tell (he was famous for this in college) and sometimes he chooses stories that don’t really have a point and sometimes he chooses stories that are just plain embarrassing, but it’s one of the things I love about him.


Tonight I was sitting at my kitchen table working on a Christmas gifts and rediscovering my loves for free Podcasts via Itunes I came across “The Moth” which features “people telling true, engaging, funny, touching and eye-opening stories from their lives.” The first one I opened was a piece by Garrison Keillor entitled “Lessons in Swimming” in which he tells the story of how he came to spend a summer in a library and why he’s still waiting to hear a very important story. His words at the end of this story struck a chord with me “I still have hope … I’m just wait to hear the rest of that story.”


There are so many good stories out there, some of which we might have to wait a lifetime to hear. There are happy stories and sad; stories that make you laugh or wonder. There are stories that are true and false, or more simply some that are just fiction or not. There are stories that are too fantastical to be anything but false, but are true and stories that are too real that we wish were anything but.

My life is so full of stories, ones I read and ones I tell. Stories that have happened to me, by me or around me. Stories that I tell about people living or dead and stories that people will tell of me. It such a wonderful world, a world full of stories.

I’ve been reading a lot of articles recently that have people arguing and stating their opinions on Halloween and why it should or should not be celebrated. Not thinking that my opinion is that ground-breaking or really very interesting, I just wanted to get it out on cyber-paper.

Most people know the basic history of the holiday and to make a long story short this how I would sum it up….

Molly’s Slightly Messy and Pseudo- Accurate View of How History Went Down

A long time ago there were two kinds of people in a certain part of the world (a sweeping generalization I know but go with me). These two kinds of people became known as Christians and everyone else. Eventually the group known as “Everyone else” became known as pagans, whether these people truly practiced polytheism or idol worship or “demon” worship or were just those unlucky people to live in remote, rural corners of this world. Go Here to see a brief descriptions of the meaning and origin of the world “pagan”.

Well, all these “pagans” (a sweep generalization of term if ever there was one) celebrated all sorts of different festivals, usually these festivals happened around certain times of year like the solistices and other recognizable natural occurrences, because with watches and calendars this was the easiest way to recognize the passage of time. These festivals were time to celebrate major happenings in their lives or just the fact that they had survived another year and of course were mixed in to whatever kind of religious ideas were prevalent in that area.

One of these particular festivals falls around the time of year where people wanted to celebrate because the long harvest season was over and they knew if they had grown enough food to last them through the winter. This time of year was also (freak snow storms excluded) the time before you had to bunker down in your homes and possible not see a good number of people for a long time as you tried to survive until spring. A reason to celebrate indeed and with that in mind its easy to see how a celebration like this grew to encompass a “day of the dead” celebration as well. “Let’s celebrate having enough food and the backbreaking labor is over for this year with our friends who we might not ever see again because who knows who’ll be alive come winter. Speaking of people we might not ever see again let use our couple days of leisure to remember those who’ve died before us, that’ll be a nice way of tempering the wild party.”

Elsewhere there was this growing group of people called “Christians” who also celebrated holidays, etc. Well these Christians started exploring the world and began to run into all of these “pagans” practicing their holidays. These Christians wanted the “Everyone Else” group to be Christian so began a long process of celebrating holidays around the same time.

My theory? Imagine a neighbor tells you they’re throwing a party, upon hearing this you decide “I know how to throw a better party than that guy” and so you decide to prove this by having your party on the same night as that friend and right next door. You call over all your friends and you get out your music and whip up your best food and try to convince the people across the street to come over and party with you because you can throw a better party.

Well eventually you’ve got two party’s going on and probably have people going back and forth between the two because person A has better food, however person B has better music, etc. If this party went on long enough you’d begin to get people just mulling around between the two. Maybe the speakers have been put facing out a window and people have commandeered the chip bowl to the patio table.

Year’s go by and let say you’ve convinced most people that you know how to throw the better party and you continue to do so, however you can’t help but notice that your neighbors recipe for chip dip always makes its way over and other little leftovers from the party’s from years past.

That is probably a horrible example of how the current celebration of Halloween has come to past, but I kind of like it so it’s going to stay for now. To put names to my example and to keep it simple here we go.

Though technically All-Saints was originally observed on May 13, which still coincided with a pagan (see here that pagan actually means Ancient Roman) holiday called the Feast of Lemures. After the Ancient Roman holiday had been full encorporated as All-Saints and they discovered those pesky Celts, the date of celebration for All-Saints was changed to coincide with the harvest festival of Samhain, which seems very similar to the Feast of Lemures. The Christians had their neighbors celebrating festivals like Samhain and decided to switch over one of their holidays so that the two different parties were falling around the same time and slowly over time the two combined (like the Feast of Lemures and All-Saints had done a couple hundred years previously as well) giving us, eventually, the modern day Halloween.

So how do you treat modern day Halloween?

Well I say not too much differently than it has been celebrated. Halloween itself has become a secular holiday for most intents and purposes. I think it’s okay to say that most of us don’t believe that by dressing up as someone else and going around to different houses you’re “confusing the spirits”, or that if we dress like a witch than we suddenly have magic powers or that our jack-o-lanterns carved with the visage of Bobafet or the like are lighting the way for lost spirits. Nope, rather most of us are just using the holiday to have some fun. So if you’re okay with this go out and dress up, show off your kids in their cute costumes and ward off the imminent sugar rush.

If you don’t want to celebrate the holiday because of it’s pagan connections by all means don’t, but I could right another couple cyber-pages on how just about every ritual in our lives stems from something “pagan” because the “Everyone Else” group was around long before the Christians. However, I would beg you not to rain on our parades, most of us are just using Oct. 31st as a reason to have a little fun.

If you want this weekend to more reverent in preparation to All-Saints go ahead, it’s a lovely traditional holiday that get easily overshadowed by store-bought costumes and piles of candy-loot. I personally like this idea, especially as a way to temper the rampant consumerism that now drives this secular holiday, but I’d advise you (especially if you have kids) to find some way to have a little fun this week. Infact there are many little essay like this floating around about ways to turn the secular traditions of the holiday into something a little more reverent.

This will is the low-down on how we will be spending our Halloween weekend. In it’s basics it’s not to much different than”Let’s celebrate having enough food and the backbreaking labor is over for this year with our friends who we might not ever see again because who knows who’ll be alive come winter. Speaking of people we might not ever see again let use our couple days of leisure to remember those who’ve died before us, that will be a nice way of tempering the wild party.”

1. “Let’s celebrate having enough food and the backbreaking labor is over for this year” Why are we kicking back and having fun? Because this is a time of celebration for us. We can celebrate this year that even though I go off contract from work for three months on Nov. 1st we will be okay, we will survive the winter! This is a big deal when faced with one of us possibly having no income for 3 months and its the first time ever we’ve been in such a comfortable situation for the winter. So we will celebrate!

2. “with our friends who we might not ever see again because who knows who’ll be alive come winter.” This might seem a little morbid but it’s kind of true for us. When November 2nd rolls around most of the people we know in this town will leave, whether it’s to return to their homes after their contracts are over or to go seek out more work over the winter months they are going to leave. Some of them we know we will see shortly, but some of them aren’t coming back next year so we will take this weekend as a last chance to be with them for awhile.

3. “Speaking of people we might not ever see again let use our couple days of leisure to remember those who’ve died before us, that will be a nice way of tempering the wild party.” On November 1st we will be attending church for All-Saints Day. This will in fact be my first time recognizing this holiday, as I was brought up protestant and I am excited to learn about it. And knowing that I’ve got a long day of church and my closing day at work will temper any desire to go really crazy on Halloween Eve.

4. Last but not least… we’ve been planing our costumes in one way or another since April, and we can’t wait to show them off.

So that’s my very long two cents. Happy Halloween however you choose to celebrate it!

“Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire.” –
William Butler Yeats

So a few weeks ago I learned a disturbing fact, 4 out of the 6 seventh grade girls that are in my show at work couldn’t recognize or tell me a single fact about the Gettysburg Address. After being in shock for a few days and sending my husband a short text message saying only “I have lost all faith in the public school system.” I returned with my head held high and began asking one of my group 2 groups of girls questions about it.

“Do you know where Gettysburg is?”, etc., followed for about 10 minutes with my giving them answers when they had made enough good guesses. Following that came a short possibly true family story about Jesse James (same time period), them discovering what John Wilkes Booth has in common with the theatre and to end the day came enlightenment about the Emperor of the United States.

A few days later the same group is back for another show and they come up to be faces beaming. One of the actresses has promised them each $5 if they can recite the entire Gettysburg Address by the end of the run in a month with out stopping. They show me their computer print out with pride and then ask “What are we going to learn about today?” followed by “Yeah, that was fun. Way more fun than learning it in school.” I was ecstatic as only children excited about learning can do to me. The lesson of that night was about King Henry VII and by the end of the show all three of those girls could tell you about the real King and about why the Shakespeare play Henry VIII (which was also playing at our theatre that night) left out some key pieces of information. That’s right I not only taught these kids facts in about 20 minutes, but actually encouraged them to apply their new knowledge to something else!

At the end of the show I told them, if they were interested in learning more and playing our little learning game again they could pick the subject for the next show. I said this really half expecting them to be over it by now. But before they left they gave me my marching orders. The next show will be about “Anything you know about the Boston Tea Party or the Boston Massacre!”

So I’m off to research the Boston Tea Party… any ideas about how to relate that to Shakespeare?

If you have a chance please go to the “Game-Room Giveaway” and vote to give a Children’s Hospital a brand new game room for the child patients! This is a joint venture with the Children’s Miracle Network and X-Box I’m sending all my votes (you get 10 a day until the contest is over) to the University of Iowa Children’s Hospital and encourage you to do the same! This is the childrens hospital in my home town and they’re currently in second place!

Back to my grandma crafting for a moment.

So I’m a bit shameless when it comes to my little hobbies and I’ll take them anywhere. I will admit I usually like the attention it gets, most people are amazed or at least interested at what I’m doing.

My favorite place to do my crafts in public has become the Laundromat. Whether it’s explaining to inquisitive little kids what I’m doing and why (they rarely understand the why part). Or repeating “It’s really not that hard” a nice lady who always wished she’d taken the time to learn to knit.

But I have to admit my favorite part is the appreciation, especially from old men and women who love to sit next to me and tell me how long its been since they’ve seen someone my age doing something they remember so fondly their mothers or grandmothers doing years ago.

The other day I was waiting for my loads at the Laundromat and a older woman sat eyeing my project (something I’m working on for a friend so I can’t go into detail until its finished and she gets it). This lady stared at it and me until she was about to leave when she sat herself right down and struck up a friendly conversation. Being the Iowan that I am at heart and therefore always willing to have conversations with complete strangers we discussed my work for a few moments before she (an avid follower of the craft I was doing until her eyes gave out) pronounced my work as “Heritage quality” and left.

“Heritage quality”, perhaps the best compliment I’ve received for anything I’ve ever made. To think that someone considers something that I made with my two little hands worthy of being kept and passed on for years to come is quite an honor.

There’s not much we acquire nowadays that is “heritage quality” of anything. No one is going to pass down that IKEA bookcase for generations and that ‘bed-in-a-bag’ comforter doesn’t tell a story. So I look foreward to the idea of giving this friend one little thing that might be worth keeping for a long time.


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