Home Ec.

“Hem your blessings with thankfulness so they don’t unravel”

Good advice, though I can’t sew.  I can’t even loosely baste a seam.  I failed sewing in the seventh grade, for the teacher didn’t consider it fashion forward to have the armhole of my jumper positioned at the hip.  I didn’t do much better at home economics (yes, they had courses such as this – let’s save the shock and awe for another day, shall we?), though I excelled at pudding.  And passing notes.

Which retrospectively suggests that I had my priorities straight even then – as long as you had good people around you, everything else would follow.  Take care of the ones you love.  Pass the notes, hold the secret, righteously defend (“Mimi would be an exemplary student if she were a bit less social”).  Ah well.  It is with this limited skill set that I have built my house.  Ultimately I bought the drapes and learned how to cook.  And though no one would mistake me for Martha Stewart, I’d say this is a pretty awesome home.  People curl up when they get here, they nestle in.  Shoes come off, defenses are shed, talk is uncensored, silence is religious.  There is nothing more transcendent than this.

Our Thanksgiving plans got derailed by my little surgery a few days back and we’re staying here instead of heading up to New Jersey.  The kids will be with their in-laws.  And as much as I will miss the noise, the laughter, the hugs – I am fortunate enough to have all this love around me every day.  The air is filled with “I love you’s”,  each room holds secrets told in whispers that repeat as favorite lyrics co-written once upon a time, and there is comfort in the sighs of the couch as I settle in to listen to the stories of home.  When I feel the sun on my back and I find magic in this very moment, I know that my bounty is as massive as my gratitude.

So as many of you head points north, east, west or south – travel safe.  Eat a lot, laugh more, grab a nap.  Take a walk, give out hugs.  Share your love.   Enfold these moments in your heart, for they will become the most gorgeous aspects of your home.  They become the most treasured parts of you.

45 thoughts on “Home Ec.

  1. No HomeEc for me, I’m afraid–all of my learning was “on the job,” so to speak. :-) Can’t sew much more than a button on a shirt (and have been known to sew a sleeve to my pants leg on at least one occasion :-/) but can wield a pretty mean spatula, spoon and carving knife in ‘la cucina.’ Your Thanksgiving plans sound flat out awesome, honey, and not unlike my own. I just grabbed a copy of Anna Karenina out of the library, we’re building a fire and mixing a pitcher of Bloody Marys (no driving to be done here tomorrow) and snuggling in. I may not have those I love right before my eyes tomorrow, but they are in my heart, and for that reason I am truly blessed. Happy Happy Thanksgiving, dear friend….xoxo

  2. As I have already told someone once today, I am the reincarnation of Donna Reed. However, Home Ec. did not allow for a lot of creativity, and so while I knew what I was doing, I was not doing it their way. I never looked back. My way works for me. I will have all home for Christmas, and a few home for tomorrow. I am so grateful for my family, no matter where they are! Happy Thanksgiving, Mimi!

  3. As a Buddhist I’ll leave the management of a household to the lady of the house, with pitching as required, I’ll hide in the shop. Oh wait that sounds like junior high school, back in the 70s lol

  4. I have the other half of the jumper :). I just love the way you write. Like your home, your words invite the reader in, off come the shoes and the burdens as one settles down for a hearty dose of love, laughter, wisdom, warmth and gratitude. Thanks for getting behind the wheel today and putting into words what those of us in your wonderful circle of friendship know – you reap what you sow(or sew) and metaphorically speaking that jumper was a work of art. Happy Thanksgiving. To the moon and back…

    • Only you would consider my efforts a work of art Jo…thank you for laughing with me..and for being so close to my heart always..enjoy your holiday, hugs to Ben and Jenna and biggest hugs to you…To the moon and back, me

    • My parents would have told you it was a miracle I graduated at all!! And yet..something tells me that your son is going to rock the world. Social skills are becoming increasingly rare and increasingly sought after..

  5. Beautiful. It sounds like you will be having a very nice Thanksgiving even with your little change in plans. I hope you are recovering well.

    I think I just barely passed the sewing part of home economics. If a shirt drops a button in this house it goes to a pile to collect dust and eventually moved to a different pile to be used as a rag. The buttons go into a jar and are played with by the children. I think I have sewn buttons on only a couple shirts in all my days. I do, however, have mad sewing skills when it comes to restitching Cody’s favorite stuffed animal Kissy Shrimp. That is a necessity, buttons on shirts are not. ;-)

  6. Well now I’m a little goose-bumpy. I myself had “issues” with sewing in 8th grade home-ec and slid by with a D- or something. I did at least learn how to make a very tasty, if lumpy, chocolate mousse, and a Quiche Lorraine. Ooo la la

    Enjoy your comfy nest and don’t do, just be (Did I mention that before? Yes, I know how hard it is!)

  7. Hello fellow note-passing friend; my holiday will be equally quiet this year, save for an attempt to run 6.2 miles in our local Run to Feed the Hungry run …. I will report back on how that goes!! I hope that despite being derailed that your holiday is warm and cozy. I too did not do well in Home Ec, took sewing lessons in 8th grade and by the time I finished the pants I decided to make, I had outgrown them! Oh well… Happy Thanksgiving my amazing friend! xoxo Bon

    • At least your pants were in the proper shape, if not the right size!! You’re way ahead of me as always!! Good luck with the run — and one day you must tell me who comes up with these arbitrary numbers like 6.2 – why not 6.4 or 7.12? Enjoy the quiet and hope you find some space to just curl up and breathe…xoxo

  8. No kidding, on the distances, I actually have no idea!! And it always amazes me how hard the .2 or .1 always feel!! I was just happy to string together 6 miles in one run, cannot remember the last time I did that! Enjoy your day my dear, well, what remains, since you are well into the afternoon at this point! :) xox and gobble gobble!

    • Thank you Renee/Twinkle!! Better every day (and even better once these stitches come out on Monday) – and grateful everyday too – yes, definitely..hugs, m

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