I once was on top of bread making like freshly made raw butter on steamy hot buns. But these days I plain and simple don’t have the time (sad face). My last sourdough starter died a dismal death months ago and I took that as a cue to score me some more from some where and with that I decided to take a spelt bread making class for kicks which promised a scoop of that magical living ingredient at the end of the class.
The teacher use to own the local restaurant and made wonderful, good for the whole family things happen there. Things like organic chicken wings, locally brewed organic beer on tap and freshly baked organic bread straight from the kitchen. Oy, how I miss organic chicken wing night (even sadder face).
During the three hour workshop though my brains just about short circuited from the generous sharing of her vast knowledge of the chemistry behind baking (mind you this occurred the morning after Monsier Angel landed in our house when I was seriously sleep deprived and twitching dramatically from the failed attempt of perking up with a double dosage of triple shot latte).
And then after the workshop (pulling out my new puppy having brain card out again) I promptly proceeded to accidentally toss out the container of the precious starter in the throes of fridge cleaning frenzy.
So I can’t tell you how blissened I was (yes, I’m jumping on the made-up word bandwagon- spell check be damned) when she approached me seeing if I might be interested in bartering bread for something.
I was like, totally!!! We got eggs, milk, Craig’s topless modelling services… and then she stopped me there.
She was hoping for something a little more creative. And less creepy.
Cool. I liked the energy behind that sentiment. I told her I would love to sew here something. She got excited and explained that though she knows how to sew she just doesn’t have the time for it these days. And I got excited because I love sewing and don’t have the time for it but I would love the excuse to make the time.
She came over one afternoon, picked out a vintage skirt pattern from the seventies and three different materials from my stash she felt would look sweet together and I whipped up this bad girl for her .
It was wonderful to sit at the machine again after have been so busy with other projects the last six months that light my fire in different ways; like preparing the launch of my coaching offering and the Simplicity Parenting Virtual Workshop series.
It was fun and energizing to switch creative gears and get to whip up something pretty for a fellow, creative mama to prance around in this summer.
And in exchange I get a giant loaf of bread from her once a week for three weeks. The timing is perfect too for we are living with a three year old toast addict these days.
So that’s my celebration:
Using the magic of bartering to help lift bread making off of my “feels like it should be on my to-do”- list and instead give myself a permission slip to carve out some time every few weeks to sit down at my sewing machine; an activity I was so sweetly reminded this week nourishes my soul so deep like freshly baked bread satiates my little bottomless pit bread monster here.
What’s your simplicity celebration this week? Leave a comment or a link to your blog post below!