keeping the grass greenest under your feet

acorn/oak via my love for you. . .
charmaine olivia via my love for you. . .
united thread via modish
elisabeth timpone via my love for you. . .

*Lessee if I can make sense of this thought/connection I've got goin' on in my sleepy little brain today*

Shash wrote some thoughts on her blog Me Cozy (and cross-posted to Sew Green) about planting your roots and taking pride in place. That's always been a difficult topic for me--keeping the grass greenest in the spot right under your own feet. I don't have a sense of history tied to a town or city, I fantasize about living elsewhere. Often I wonder if the non-committal feelings I have are simply because I don't have a true sense of self in terms of familial history. I'm a puddle of generic, soggy white bread.

I think a lot of people feel the same--generic--these days, which is why handmade/small batch goods are still gaining popularity and appreciation. At the same time, there is a growing aesthetic in the arts and crafts movement that heavily lends itself to what can best be described as folk art. I must say I love it--I love the idea of a new, muddled heritage. The contradictions and possibilities of a new beginning based on lessons from the past.

Just a little something to think about this weekend. Until Monday, I'd like to make a toast {with the champagne of beers, no less} to new beginnings!

What are you getting into this weekend?

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