The do-it-yourselfers dilemma
July 7, 2010
‘Do it yourself’ could be my (doggone) middle name. I’ve decided that there must be a missing connection in my brain somewhere; it’s the connector that fails to deliver a warning when I discover a new craft or trade which I admire and then begin to tell myself – “Oh, I bet I could learn to do that!” Right then there should be flashing lights and bells clanging, but the malfunctioning connection has fooled me again. Sometimes it is so fun to be fooled.
Right now though, I’m quite questioning my sanity and my middle name. You see, we have a family wedding in just a few weeks, our son is getting married to his sweetie pie. And so – I’ve been told that the only responsibility of the mother of the groom is to wear beige and shut up – but somehow it’s not quite happening that way. And it’s my own fault (mostly).
Well, being a flower grower, of course I would offer to help with the flowers – and that will be very special to have the church decorated with all our homegrown flowers. Not every bride wants garden flowers, so I am thrilled that they are thrilled to have garden flowers for the wedding!
Then let’s see – oh, the wedding cakes. Now, for some odd reason I decided to make my own wedding cake when I was 17 (with no warning lights or bells way back then, either), and have practiced the art off and on over the years. So I just couldn’t stand the thought of the brides family paying mooka money for wedding cakes when I could make them for just the cost of the ingredients! Well, I just had to offer, and they so kindly obliged me, and even offered to help out with the baking. Bonding in the kitchen!
I did hesitate on offering to make the buns though; I was a little worried that I might be taking too much on. But when I mentioned my doubt to my husband, he assured me that he would help (he really does make bread sometimes), and with his helpful help, we could gitter done. So that’s partly his fault, though maybe I didn’t argue my dilemma well enough. Anyway, I did make the first batch of buns today without his help, as he was busy taking the kids knee boarding at the lake. I’m not sure what he is busy doing tomorrow.
So the problem might be the missing brain connection, or it might be the fact that once you know how to do it yourself, it seems so wasteful to not do it yourself; and the homemade taste factor holds quite a bit of weight, too. But I wonder if the day will come that I will be happy to write the check and let someone else do it all for me? Somehow that doesn’t sound like me, but then, after all, how would I know with my missing brain connection?
Are there any other do-it-yourselfers out there that have a hard time not doing it yourself?