I recently visited with two different people involved in education and they both referred to “the maker’s movement.” I guess kids these days don’t know how to make things, so we need to set up maker spaces and give special instruction, etc. In my day, we called them home economics and vocational classes….guess that isn’t cool anymore.
I like to think The Lazy E (our home) is a giant maker space.
Want to dig a hole? Grab a shovel. Want to carve a spoon from a fallen tree? Grab a saw and a knife.
Want to whip up a new outfit? Head up to the sewing loft and plug in the machines. This is how I grew up and this is how we are raising the kiddo. It makes me sad to think of kids not having the chance to create and succeed and fail.
The kiddo turns six in a couple of days and a special gift came in the mail this week…her own sewing machine (thank you Aunt Gloria). She saw someone wearing a sweater poncho and was determined to have one for her own. Let’s “make” one!
She did a good job with the project and, although the seams weren’t straight and things weren’t perfect, she made it and she loved it.
I can’t wait to see what the kid comes up with next!
The kiddo came out of her room one day this past weekend wearing a dress I made her last year.
I was trying out a pattern I had come up with and wanted something that was cute and comfy. I made it big last year because the kid grows like a weed. This year it fits her just right and is very cute. She asked if I could make her another one…how could I refuse.
Long sleeved, stretchy with a fun pocket in the front and a double-thickness skirt for playground fun. I think it turned out cute and my model loved it!
When my sister and I were little, my parents made us a chore chart for the summer. It wasn’t one of those pretty, dry-erase bad-boys you see on Pinterest with cutsie ribbon and magnets. It was old school poster board with lines drawn on with the help of the local feed co-op wooden yardstick. The goal: Do our chores and don’t fight (can I get an ‘amen’ from the gals with a sister 2.5 years younger than them?). The reward: A trip to Six Flags! Or so we thought.
Half way through the summer, my parents took a day trip to Springfield to visit the exotic Bass Pro Shop (romantic, huh?). When they returned home that evening, what was strapped to the top of our family’s 1981 Mazda GLC? A brand new Old Town canoe. My mother went on to explain, “You girls have done such a great job with your chore chart, we thought we would reward the family with something that we can use over and over again.” This news was not well-received, to say the least. My sister and I sulked around the house for the next couple of weeks feeling sorry for ourselves because we didn’t get to go to Six Flags.
Fast forward 25 summers and guess what was strapped to the top of our Jeep last weekend, on its way to the Buffalo River? Yup, the Six Flags Old Town. Guess my parents knew what they were talking about!
It was a fabulous day in the river and it was documented in style by my dear friend and uber-blogger, Sarah Martin Hood. Check it out! Musings of Motherhood