I have never been big on Valentines. I don’t know why, I used to claim that it was because of feminism or commercialism, and even that it reminded me of the pain of growing up not being conventionally pretty and not feeling like I had the hope for romance the holiday celebrated, but maybe it’s just that I don’t like this time of year. Its cold and snowy and I just want to start planting stuff so bad. Who’s bright idea was it to put a holiday exclusively about romance in the middle of a season where it’s too cold to wear anything pretty or sexy on a date? (Probably someone who didn’t live in USDA Zone 4-5, I guess) It just seems like a holiday that shouldn’t be that big of a deal, like St. Patricks Day or Groundhog Day, but that people get waaaaay too obsessed over. As an adult, the part of Valentine’s Day that bugs me the most is the school party. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all about holiday parties at school, but I just don’t like Valentines Day. The era of Pinterest has only made school parties higher pressure than ever, and I can manage that at Halloween (because I love Halloween), but Valentine’s Day? Blech.
Recently Kristen Tea, a writer and mom I greatly admire, wrote an article for Mother Wise called You’re Not A Single Mom Unless You’re a Single Mom, and I really agreed with and loved it. I have been highly offended many times in the past to hear happily married women in dual income households or households where one parent is able to stay home refer to themselves as single moms.
And then there are times we have these little conversations that make me think “Oh yeah, there’s my handiwork!” Today was one of those days.
Some people think it’s odd that I keep a homesteading blog in which I write about seemingly non homesteading related topics so frequently. Feminism, parenting, education, body image, paleo lifestyle, etc. I find it impossible to talk about homesteading without addressing the issues that homesteading intersects with.
If you follow me on any of my social media accounts (Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr) you know I spent the weekend in Tucson at The Body Love Conference. I had an amazing time, and left feeling so empowered and inspired. I wanted to share what I discovered with you guys, and some details of the trip.
We are officially at the half way point of eliminating dairy, wheat, and corn, and I’m happy to report that I’m not seeing much of a difference for Elijah. In fact, Jeremy and I are not seeing differences either (besides some weight loss, which I know I made a big deal out of that not being the point, and it’s not, but it is something that has happened since starting this). I’m happy because it gives me hope that maybe these foods will not be a problem. Of course, I realize that there are still some health concerns with some of these foods, and I am learning that we don’t need them, so I may be interested in still minimizing them in the future, but it will be nice to know that if we splurge on some noodles one night, none of us will be afflicted with any immediate bodily harm. I honestly don’t know why anyone would assume this lifestyle permanently without an actual allergy forcing them into it. It is isolating from society, and just kind of a bummer all around.
I don’t like New Years. It’s just not a holiday I get into. But worse than New Years is the time that come after it, resolution season.
Resolutions probably were a nice thing at one point, a time where you set a goal to grow or develop somehow as a person, but now it’s all about weight loss. Everyone starts a diet this time of year, everyone starts some new work out routine, everyone is talking about how much weight they’re losing, have lost, want to lose. And even if you’re not talking about those things, most people will assume you are thinking it.
My interest in the domestic arts is a complicated one, and should not be confused with an enjoyment of the domestic arts. Do I like the domestic arts? Sometimes, depending on which art it is. But mostly I can see how they are considered a drudgery, and why women have been so eager to escape them, and men have not been eager to pick them up.
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.