Let Go of the Things that Do Not Matter

“We live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities.”

— Oscar Wilde

I’m not one for New Year resolutions.  However, it is a time of reflection and I’m glad for the progress I have made in decluttering my life and prioritizing what truly matters over the past few years.  Maybe 2016 is the year for another person out there to step away from the frenzy of mindless consumption.  More junk around house doesn’t make anyone more happy.  And it is certainly not your duty to spend your hard-earned capital only to increase corporate profit.

Alternatively, I don’t advocate volunteer poverty as such.  It is wonderful to have nice things; decent clothing, well-made furniture, good food, and a cozy house.  Just remember, unless you were born into wealth you did not earn yourself, the objects you buy don’t really cost money, they cost your time, freedom, and ultimately, your life.

My constant resolution is to become better, do better things, and be a better person than I was last year.

Happy New Year to all.

What are you resolved to do this year?

Leather Shop Apron

I finally got around to replacing my very old shop apron.  It was the standard issue split-leather welder style and over many hard years had amassed large quantities of wood glue, grease, metal grime, blood and membrane (from brain tanning), and other unidentifiable smudges over most of it’s surface.  It went into the trash a while back when an unexpected leak in my barn allowed it to saturate and subsequently get some very ugly mold patches in a funky tie-dye pattern.  I expect it was fairly nutrient-rich and I wasn’t interested in trying to salvage it after all these years.

ApronI had some fine oiled leather from a recent project (aprons take a lot of footage) so was able to cobble together a decent shop apron without too much difficulty.  I expect this to last another 20 years or more; maybe the rest of my life.

The image is not great.  Just a poorly lighted mirror shot “selfie.”  Par for the internet I guess.  And no, I’m not glaring.  That’s just how I look.  I guess I didn’t learn to smile well as a kid or it’s just not in the genes.