As I write this, my wife is sewing a skirt. Everything is laid out: the skirt itself, the fabric she cut the material from, the thread, the scissors, a measuring tape, some pins, the sewing machine and the pattern. It’s the first piece of clothing she’s made from scratch, and she’s thoroughly enjoying the process. I find the chatter of the sewing machine very comforting.
I am glad that I’m not the only one that finds the juxtaposition between my love of the minimalist, efficient, digital world and the comfort of the warm, organic, analogue world simultaneously fascinating and confusing.
It feels a fabulous privilege, missed by some, that you don’t have to choose - you can luxuriate in both.