I’m a DIY kind of girl. I’ve had to be. Most of my life, I could not afford to hire someone to do things for me, so I’ve always had the mindset of make do, figure it out on my own. DIY. My mother, bless her heart, taught me to sew before I ever started Home Economics (I don’t think that still exists, does it?) in school. At about the age of 5, she sat me down and taught the art of hand embroidery. I was her shadow in the kitchen, learning to cook. Mom did well at preparing for me for as lot of things in life. Because of this, I’ve never been afraid to tackle something if I thought I could do it. Things didn’t always work out, but I tried. I do know my limitations, most of the time, and if it’s something out of my league, I leave the project to someone else.
I scour the internet and YouTube looking for instructions on how to do things all the time. I recently made my own bar soap. The kind made from lye, the real deal. It turned out lovely and I gifted some at Christmas time. I also tried homemade laundry soap, but I’m still perfecting the recipe. Not so sure about that one. I was taught a couple of very basic crochet stitches and have since taken to YouTube and have followed along teaching myself more. I gift my crocheted projects all the time.
I’ve painted and laid tile. I added shelving in the kitchen, bathroom and garage. It seems as though I’m always tackling a do it yourself project. There is a lot of satisfaction that comes from doing it yourself. Being able to stand back and look at what you’ve accomplished.
The VW Bug above was pictured in a article about DIY gardening. While a lovely thought, I’m afraid that I would just end up with a rusting hulk in my yard. I know my limitations. 🙂
How about you? Do you DIY?
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