Tender

Tender

Monday, December 6, 2010

I might make something...

Reverb10, Day 6 Prompt: Make. What was the last thing you made? What materials did you use? Is there something you want to make, but you need to clear some time for it?
Make? Like, with my hands? 

For Christmas last year, I got my husband a subscription to "Make" magazine - it's an incredible resource full of technology projects you can make yourself, like (in issue 23) a solar subwoofer, a hula hoop pool warmer, a mosquito blaster, a magic talking mirror, and a tiny auto gyrocar. 

It was kind of a joke, because my husband and I make nothing. We think for a living. And talk with people. And make suggestions on things other people could make, sometimes. But if we need a gyrocar, we'll have to buy it. And if we can't afford it, no gyrocar for us. 

That said, by getting the subscription I gave credence to the idea that he COULD make one of the projects. And he MIGHT, one day.

I bought a sewing machine (on sale! half price!) under the same premise - I MIGHT sew curtains for the front door, after all. Yes, I might! In the meantime, my mother-in-law used it last week to hem my pants.

I make dinner, though most of the parts involve some form of pre-made ingredients - a pasta sauce, a flavour mix, freeze-dried onions, frozen veggies, pre-seasoned cutlets.

I made two people with my body - does that count?

Actually, I'm often ashamed at my complete lack of ability to make things. I feel somehow shallow for letting all the making take place elsewhere in the value chain. It's always been a secret disappointment that my craftwork is mediocre, I don't seem to have any particular vision or talent for drawing or painting, my home projects are barely passable. I keep thinking, someday, I will take a course in woodworking! Metal shop! Automotive mechanics! I will make my own stuff!

But the truth is, if I could write all the time and "make" enough money to buy all the things I need, I'd probably be content with just making up stories. Then again, with time on my hands...I might actually make a mess.

(this isn't up to my usual standards, but sometimes, good enough is good enough my friends!)

4 comments:

  1. but yes, making stories counts, and making children counts, and in truth, even making a mess, counts.
    you make me think and you make me smile and you make me glad that i know you. does that count?

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  2. You make beauty. You make me smile. Your work makes a difference. I could go on, but you may already be rolling your eyes. Thank you!

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  3. I thinking making babies is the most amazing and remarkable "craft" we can do.

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  4. you make beautiful characters, stunning scenes
    you make people feel safe and heard
    you make me feel loved and I know I am only one of many. i enjoyed this post, yes, different for you, it was just you chatting with us while we eat fries or something like that. love you. your laliz

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