I don’t use this blog for meditating – I do that on “Trundling through life” but I’ve been having a few thoughts provoked by the reaction to the dyed bathrobe.
I’m a post-war baby, born 1951. My mother even had a ration book for me for the first few years of my life but I have no recollection of that. However, although I was unaware of it at the time, it was the period of post war austerity. My parents were married in 1940 and so Mother’s housekeeping skills were developed through the war and the ideas of make-do-and-mend were the norm for my childhood. Paper was saved “for salvage” - we didn’t call it recycling in those days. Christmas presents were unwrapped very carefully so the paper could be ironed and re-used. Father grew vegetables. We ate seasonally. Most of my clothes were hand-me-downs or home-made. We had patchwork on our beds not as an expression of artistic ability but as a matter of economic necessity. Oddments were used because nothing was thrown away until it was beyond repair – shabby chic is definitely a twenty first century concept!
Move forward sixty years and the ideas which I was brought up with don’t look so mean, they look like common sense but most people under forty have to learn those attitudes deliberately. For me dyeing the bathrobe was actually a very modern thing because Mother would have used it no matter how grotty it looked. (Incidentally I’ve never been brave enough to dye anything I would wear in public!)
What I’m trying to say is that I am very lucky. I was brought up learning skills and attitudes which I am able to dredge up from my memory but they are there to be dredged. I take my hat off to those who are younger than me who are learning them for the first time,
I salute you!