For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.
Ephesians 2:10 NIV
“We don’t value craftsmanship anymore! All we value is ruthless efficiency, and I say we deny our own humanity that way! Without appreciation for grace and beauty, there’s no pleasure in creating things and no pleasure in having them! Our lives are made drearier, rather than richer! How can a person take pride in his work when skill and care are considered luxuries! We’re not machines! We have a human need for craftsmanship!” Bill Watterson
I’m having a tricky time uploading these posts the last few days. Our internet is wonky. I may have to post without photos, which I know is not as interesting or eye catching, so I will keep it short.
I’ve always been an advocate of hand made. Hand work. Hand crafted. Handiwork. It must have started with my mom. She was an incredible artist and we were surrounded by her talent. She would paint or sketch daily. She painted a mural on our living wall wall of a beach scene and people would actually look at it and think it was the view out of our window and say, seriously, ” I didn’t know that you lived so close to the beach here!” Mind you, we lived in a suburb in the South Hills of Pittsburgh affectionately called “Birdland”, because all of the streets were named after birds. We had a wonderful woodland backyard with trees to climb and an orchard where all of the neighborhood kids would gather and sled in the winter. Our imaginations could and did run wild.
My mom made a lot of our clothes and all of our Halloween costumes until we started thinking up crazy ideas ourselves. We made our Halloween and Christmas decorations just because we could.
It was a creative paradise, my home. I don’t remember anything being off limits, except maybe my Dad’s power tools and then it was only the table saw and router. Anything else was free game. He was a tinkerer too. He liked to make any and everything. He went through a stage where he made musical instruments and then discovered stereos computers and motherboard. Complicated stuff. I thought everyone had a dad who after working all day came home and built model airplanes with 6 foot silk wingspans to fly. Granted, we inhaled way too much turpentine with my mom’s oil paints and airplane glue from the planes, but I’ll tell you that I know how to use a drill, soldering iron and many other tools most 12 year old s weren’t allowed to touch.
They, especially my dad taught me about gardening from seed and what plants went with others. If anyone came to our house or examined our gardens, they would see a mess but to us, the house was a creative utopia and the garden, a delicious cornucopia where tomatoes and cucumbers were rated right off the vine, still warm from the sun.
So what does this have to do with anything? I think it’s where my need to create began.
And continues. Hopefully you will follow my journey.
In the meantime, remember to wash your hands, don’t touch your face, stay home but if you MUST go out, wear a mask and keep the length of a full grown llama (which is bigger than an alpaca) between you and the next person.
Have a blessed day!