My reflections of life fresh from the clothesline.
Friday, November 21, 2008
So here we are... one week until the consumer driven holiday called "Black Friday". Unlike my colleagues, I just don't "get this" tradition.
The thought of getting up in the wee hours of the morning, driving to over-packed stores with generally unpleasant, fiercely competitive consumers and then standing in checkout lines that are at least 6 people deep... just leaves me cold. Bah humbug.
To me, this holiday just exemplifies the consumerism and commercialism of Christmas.
Don't get me wrong, I'm a gal who loves finding a great sale but to me Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful for what we have and less about what we want on Friday.
Traditionally in our home, the day after Thanksgiving is called Pajama Day. We spend the entire day in our Pajamas. We spend our day watching movies, playing board games, baking and just generally appreciating being home together on the holiday weekend.
This year, however, thanks toGidget a new tradition is going to be born in our home!
Introducing a new holiday for us crafters... "Make Something Day"!
"The Friday after Thanksgiving in the U.S. is typically marked as the busiest shopping day for Americans. But we live in a world that can no longer handle our consumptive habits here in the west. And while we pile up on things we don’t need a large portion of the world exists without basic human needs being met every day. We applaud Buy Nothing Day… but it isn’t enough for us. We believe that giving is a central part of being human. So, we replaced the negative with something positive: Make Something Day. Go ahead and give gifts this holiday season. As they say, giving is better than receiving. But that doesn’t mean buying something is. So, we encourage folks to avoid shopping on the Friday after Thanksgiving. Instead, stay home, put a log on the fire and try making something for someone."
Come join the movement and pssssst.... pass it on :-)
Is it me? Or am I the one of the lonely who still feel comfort in hanging my clothes on a real clothesline? For me, it gives me time to take things down a notch. To feel the warmth of the sun on my skin and hear the birds sing. To see flowers growing in my backyard in different stages of their lifecycles. And more importantly, time to reflect. Listen to my inner thoughts that the busyness of life drowns out during the day. A time to reconnect with my thoughts and to visit memories of my childhood and to somehow feel connected to generations of the women of my family. My clothesline ... a simple but complex blessing of my life.