Okay, radical sounds hip. I can live with that. But homemaker? The last few decades that word has been a synonym for drudgery. Besides, ask my kids who really does the dusting and vacuuming around here. They do.
What’s radical homemaking? Shannon Hayes wrote a wonderful book called Radical Homemakers: Reclaiming Domesticity from a Consumer Culture. Yes, I thought when I heard the term. Naming something gives it momentum. And the lifestyles of people defining for themselves what The Good Life is all about haven’t gone unnoticed so much as undefined. It doesn’t seem radical in the slightest to many of us who try to live simply, it just makes sense.
Thankfully Shannon pulls the pieces together. As she writes,
…each of us has a calling or right livelihood that enables us to serve the common good, and in finding this calling, we will be most happy. Few, if any spiritual teachings call us to seek the accumulation of money, stuff, power, or other purely selfish interests. Further, in a life-serving economy, we individually accept responsibility for creating our own joys and pleasures. We do not rely upon corporate America to sell us these things. We take personal and collective responsibility for supplying many of our needs. In taking these steps, we discover that true economic assets, unlike money, are intangible.
There’s nothing new about this. Most of our foremothers and fathers upheld frugality and scorned excess. Throughout history people have been growing and preserving food, making gifts, providing hands-on care for the young and old, repurposing materials, and finding meaning in pleasures that aren’t necessarily linked to spending money.
This sort of lifestyle simmers along quietly and purposefully while consumer culture runs at a full boil, generating heat over every new trend and news flash.
Somehow, in a world bristling with radical homemakers, I’ve been outed as one of the representatives. “A poster child,” claimed the journalist who trekked out to our little farm with her notebook in hand last week. I’m more comfortable interviewing others rather than being interviewed, but I put my trust in her expertise. I thought it wouldn’t be too difficult to talk about trying to place our interests beyond the shallow values of appearance as I sat there wearing a thrift shop shirt that had to be 20 years old. Well, until the photographer showed up. Judging by the anxiety that generated I’m still the product of an appearance-indicates-worth society. The irony wasn’t lost on me. I gave up all hope of looking 20 pounds lighter or remotely put together and kept talking.
And laughing. Her questions struck me funny. In fact, she came right out and asked, “Don’t people treat you as if you’re odd?”
Maybe they do but I always thought that’s because I’m sarcastic and tend to sing songs with made-up lyrics.
I told her about homeschooling and the intrinsic value of meaningful learning. I told her about our local food co-op, about making homemade tinctures and about using things until they wear out.
I tried to explain why I preferred to make sandwich buns over the weekend for a party here rather than buy them. “Was it part of your philosophy?” she asked. “Was it cheaper?”
I haven’t priced such buns at a store, I told her. I ground the grain, used eggs from our chickens, milk from our cow, and honey from our bees, then kneaded the dough and baked them that morning. It cost almost nothing in ingredients and very little in time. Yet it had more to do with deeper choices. But don’t write about the buns, I said, it makes me sound really annoying.
I’m sure I’m annoying (just ask my kids) but also I’m pretty relaxed. I’m comfortable with weeds in the garden (nature doesn’t like bare dirt anyway) and stacks of reading material everywhere. I make homemade pizza all the time but that doesn’t mean we don’t occasionally succumb to the greasy allure of what my kids call “real pizza” from a little carry out nearby. We don’t have money for things like vacations or video games, we do have time to sit around talking long after dinner is over.
When I was fresh out of college I planned to save the world. I’m beginning to see it’s possible to do so, simply by saving what’s important right in front of us.
Postscript: Thankfully I’m a small part of the finished article. After the other radical homemaker piece I’ve been interviewed for in Ladies Home Journal, I’m saying no to future interviews. Why? Because it’s titled “Extreme Housewives.” (The promo reads, “A small but passionate group of women across America have embraced the kind of back-to-basics homemaking our grandmothers did-from scratch, by hand, grown in the backyard. And they’ve never been happier.” Oy vey.
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Read the AP article this weekend. You could do a lot worse than being a poster child for our lifestyle! Of the three women they wrote about, I feel yours held the truest content. One that is about a dedicated lifestyle. Best of luck on your book sales.
I just spent some time moseying around your farm’s website. I couldn’t sign the guest book because the Muller’s Lane Farm is so popular that the guest book is full!
Bless you for the service you do by sharing so much helpful information with your “Lessons in Homesteading” section. Wishing you every joy.
Your lifestyle sounds perfect for you! I enjoyed this piece. Consuming in our culture brings no satisfaction. Creative work makes us content and happy.
God bless, e-Mom ღ
Thanks e-Mom. Creative work almost always makes us content and happy, I’ve had my days!
Wonderful post. I guess I’m a radical homemaker too. Nice to have a name for it, I’m mostly called weird. I also home school, make my own tinctures, grow as much food as we can. It’s not all about saving money but about our health and if we save then that’s wonderful too.
Nice to know there are more people like me out there 🙂
We’re kindred spirits Mandie.
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I’m so glad I’ve found your blog through the Feminist Carnival of Parenting (#12).
I saw the term “radical homemaker” a couple months ago. I started a couple blog posts in my head, but I don’t know. It’s just my life. I don’t feel like I’m part of some movement, but it also makes me realize that maybe this simple life of serving my family really is odd in this culture.
Now I’m off to read your article! Thanks for sharing your life!
“It’s just my life.” Exactly!
Sometimes the most radical thing we can do is make our own authentic choices. No matter what era of history you look at, that’s seen as odd.
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I identify with a lot of what you wrote here. Thank you!
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Happy Mother’s day to you.
I just discovered your blog and enjoyed very much this article.
I am French and recently a friend of mine told me that I am a “homemaker”. I had no idea that word existed. I just blogged about it today & I wanted to let you know that I used your photo and linked it to your blog post. I will be heading to your website next 🙂
I just got a chance to mosey around your site. Your handwork is beautiful and personal. What a lovely testament to a homemade life.