this last spring…i lost my dustpan.
i couldn’t find it anywhere. and this wasn’t the first time. about 15 years ago, i lost my dustpan. we had just moved out on the farm, and i wasn’t willing to drive to town to get another one.
so i made one.
yep…i did. i fashioned one out of some heavy cardstock i found in my craft supplies. and it worked. so well in fact, i used it for several years. until i was in town and decided to buy a real one.
so, when i lost my latest dustpan, i decided to make another one. but instead of cardstock, i used a heavy piece of leather…again…found in my craft supply stash. i measured and cut out a pattern from some heavy kraft paper. i folded it. taped it. just to make sure it was the size i needed. then i undid it, flatten it out, and traced it onto the leather. after molding and scraping and stitching the leather together; and adding a hanging handle of sorts out of braided leather lacing, it was complete.
and i love it!
but…i wanted to display it. not hide it in my mudroom closet. and it needed something else.
a handmade broom.
i found a few youtube videos showing the how-to-process. it looked easy enough. finding the broomcorn proved a bit more difficult. i finally found a broom making supply shop online and order the necessary supplies. when it showed up the following week, i couldn’t wait to tear into the box. the second i did, i was hit with a warm, sweet scent of dried grass/wheat/hay. it smelled of summer.
i actually closed my eyes and took a slow, deep breath.
then i got to work, dividing the broomcorn into piles. first, larger piles, then one large pile became eight small piles. found my twine and scissors. and sat down to start winding my broom. memories went through my mind…
…sliding down haystacks in the middle of winter with my cousins. gliding my hand up a grass stem, collecting the grass seed to scatter about in front of me. walking through a wheat field…
the mere act of creating something so simple. so basic. so utilitarian…calmed my anxious thoughts. and i think that was a turning point for me. i realized that i craved that simple life. that life that i had read about in books. books like the little house on the prairie. anne of green gables. i have been drawn to that lifestyle for decades, but believed i couldn’t achieve it in this modern world. how wrong i was.
i have started to make some changes in my choices. in our home. in what i buy. in what i do. in what i see. i’m learning that less really is more. that keeping up with the jones is exhausting. and expensive. loud colors, patterns and noise makes me anxious. clutter makes me really anxious. so i’m making hard decisions. i am sorting. and i am pitching out.
all thanks to a little handmade broom.
“create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.”