I know I've been waxing poetic about the farmers market as of late. Though certainly not a new concept by any means, this is the first summer I have chosen to eat and shop this way on a regular basis. I'm sure it's the recent environmental broohaha (Thank you Al Gore and while I'm at it will you please consider running for president? Pretty please? With organic strawberries on top?) that has influenced me. Regardless, comparing lettuce picked but a few days before at a farm in Hudsonville to the plastic wrapped bland romaine hearts from California I buy at Meijer is like comparing the Vintage Choice Cabot Cheddar cheese to Velveeta. My next project (which I need to get on sooner than later given how often I got to the market!) is going to be knitting up a few market bags from "yarn" made from plastic bags.
AND I need to get a typewriter. My dream of a small run of chapbooks to be completed by Christmas is not dead though my sweet lead on an industrial press is. I'm interested in procuring a manual and electric if at all possible. Plus, despite my love of receiving and sending handwritten letters, I really don't like writing longhand.
Archaic much? I don't honestly know if I can even find ribbon anywhere.
Let's see: I live in a barn without air conditioning or a washer and dryer; I don't own a car; I don't have cable; I don't have a computer...
What century is this again?
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