I confess. I've been called the "green Martha Stewart" before. Huge compliment, right? I mean, what woman at some point in her life doesn't want to be a crafty, domestic goddess? But since when is unpretentious craftiness suddenly so exclusive?
Maybe it's my inability to take a compliment but recently it started to sink in — something's not right. Why is it so novel that I've sewn my own cloth napkins and hankies (it's a square, people!), made a salad dressing from scratch or whipped-up a batch of shampoo or laundry soap?
Is anyone else out there sad because craftiness, do-it-yourself projects and actually cooking in your kitchen seems so untouchable — like you need a TV show, designer line of towels and magazine to pull it off?
Okay, so I'll admit it. There was a day when I may have teetered ever close to my "anyone can do it" philosophy when I made cat litter. Yes, it was from "scratch" (pardon the pun). But you can't blame me for trying. Who wouldn't want to shred their paper utility, phone and cable bills only to have your cat pee on them? I digress — and besides it's no longer feasible because, like many of you, I've switched to online billing.
My point is there was a time when more people cooked from scratch, sewed their own clothes and made their own home cleaning solutions. Today, I sew a set of recycled glass buttons on a jacket and people think I'm Martha Stewart. Why do you think that is?
Now, if you were to turn off the TV — likely buying yourself some extra time — what have you been meaning to do that seemed a little too Martha Stewartesque? What's stopping you?
Lindsay Coulter, Queen of Green