Home Alchemy



A hundred and fifty years, ago, nobody would have thought twice about making one's own clothes or beer. But in our post-industrial world, it sort of seems like magic. I think there's something really empowering about gaining the skills to make things yourself.

Saturday was a dreary day, so we stayed home and made things. Robb brewed beer, and I worked on a knitting project. Brewing is a great enterprise for Robb, because it is very mentally challenging, and because there are lots of opportunities for lying down. Even so, he's totally worn-out and in a lot of discomfort, a day later.

and gold

Probably, because I am a self-described thing-maker, I really love going to living history museums. When Robb and I go together, Robb plays a little game called "How long is it going to take before the museum interpreter drops their fake-historic character and starts talking shop with Lisa." I think my all-time record was set with at Colonial Williamsburg, with the cobbler. About ten seconds after entering his workshop, I was happily chatting away with the cobbler, like we were long-lost friends.


Anonymous said…
I went through the home brew phase a few years ago. Some of it was OK; but some of it vaguely reminded me of orange juice that has gone past....Probably just me.

Robb's beer is super-yummy.
Anonymous said…
Remember pouring your old beer down the sewer outside your apartment, Robb?

I suppose that some Cujo-type critter really tied one on that day.

Anonymous said…
Remember the Foxfire books? When I was growing up our neighbor made her own soap and her husband made rootbeer. I can still smell the soap and taste the warm root beer.
An old childhood friend got into knitting and weaving. Then got into spinning the wool. Then made her husband buy her some sheep so she could shear her own wool. No kidding.
Linda M

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