I recently read this article about poverty appropriation, and it brought up a lot of feelings in me about the rise of trendy simplicity. I grew up fairly poor. Not super poor, probably on the richer end of poor, always hovering just around the poverty line. We also lived in fairly wealthy neighborhoods. My mom worked her ass off (often in multiple jobs) to keep us living in those parts of town, even though we could have likely afforded much more in other parts of town, because the schools were better in the wealthier ends of town, and probably because of some sort of internalized classism my mom felt. Because of this, I always felt I was in some uncomfortable middle area between the middle and lower classes. I was definitely dramatically poor at home, and did not fit in with peers, but in other parts of my city, I felt like the bougiest poser on earth. To this day, I have weird class issues, many of which have only been exacerbated by having married into a more middle class family.
I’d like to get a few things out of the way as I start this blog. I am not doing this to paint a portrait of my perfect family. We are not perfect, not as a family, nor as individuals (although in my somewhat biased opinion, Jeremy comes pretty close). I read a lot of homesteading and natural living blogs that do a pretty good job of painting a perfect picture, and a lot of criticisms of those blogs for doing so. I’m sure those families and bloggers lives are not as picturesque as they seem. Everyone puts their best foot forward when in the public eye. But it is not my intention to do that.