Poetics Tuesday, and Sarah is
tending the bar. Our challenge is
to feature a concept.
Submitted to dVerse
February 27, 2018
Many things I learned from my mother, not the least of which is the art of “making do”. A product of the Great Depression, mother learned never to waste anything, and to repurpose everything. Worn out denims became rag rugs, old clothing went to quilts, the coats became warm comforters. Mother carried her talents beyond housewifely things. A woman before her time, she was more comfortable in britches than dresses. She was a wizard with hammer and saw, and her penchant for repurposing extended to turning old lumber into a doghouse or birdhouse, and an old window became the lid for her hot bed, where she started plants in early Spring. She was a dynamo in britches and a genius in her garden.
Sadly, I didn’t inherit her green thumb, and I’m lucky to hammer a nail without hitting my thumb. But somewhere deep within is her drive to “make do”. I tend not to replace things, because the old one is working perfectly well, if outdated. My “entertainment center” was actually an antique wardrobe with shelves installed. My coffee table was once a “bucket bench” used for milk buckets. Time turned the pages, and I live with my son and wife now…but I drive a 17 year old car. Why replace it, I think, it’s working very well. Mother would be proud!