When Everything Old Becomes New Again

While I can enjoy technology as well as the next person, I try not to think about what it means for our future....

I've been embroidering for Lolita, finishing some projects she had stacked.  I don't recall when I learned to embroider nor who taught me.  I am old enough to have had Home Economics in middle school.....hated sewing the apron we had to do but I am sure I enjoyed a lot of the other skills we were taught.  Perhaps it was the teacher who stressed me out?

Was I just drawn to handwork and most girls my age weren't?  I do recall learning to crochet when I was 14...thus starting my obsession with just about any handcraft I've ever seen.  I don't know many people locally who make much with their hands.
(Farming doesn't count, though it is a lovely skill!)

What do people DO with their time??  I laugh as I read that sentence, remembering that I can't comprehend not having several projects awaiting me, nor the glee I feel when faced with being cabin-bound due to a snow or severe thunderstorm...for many projects patiently await my completion and bring hours and hours of deep satisfaction.

I will admit that I like to find old British comedy movies from the 30s and 40s to keep me company while I embroider since "redwork" (in my case, blackwork) is pretty brainless.

I was in a restaurant the other day and watched a family of three not even look up once into each others' eyes.....they were glued to their IPhones, and the teen (with mom and dad texting at breakfast) tried so hard to get her parents' attention.

The loss of handcrafts pales in comparison.
We are in danger of losing ourselves.