I don’t know if you’re anything like me, but for as long as I can remember, I’ve always had the urge to want to MAKE things. It started out as a child with the simplest desires (cookies, of course) but the desire to learn and create has progressed through my now (gut-wrenching to admit) middle-aged life where I can happily say the following:
I’ve learned to do quite a few things.
I know several other like-minded people who do the same.
I haven’t lost my mission to figure out how to make MORE things.
And I’ve come to my own little conclusion / presumption on twenty-first century life. We’re collectively forgetting how to build, create, or utilize things that were fairly fundamental skills just a few decades ago. And it’s made me wonder, is that a good thing? Don’t get me wrong, progress and technology are wonderful, but are we so consumed with the daily rigors of working-to-buy and buying-to-live that we’ve forgotten how to do some fairly mundane things? Is modern life making us stupid in the eyes of our predecessors?
I’ve also known for years that I’m a huge sucker for a great love story. Be it movie or book, painting or poem, I’m easily hooked. (Sidenote: I’m also a huge sucker for foreign actors. Please see references Butler, Fassbender, Hardy, McGregor, Heughan.)
So I’d seen the preview for a Starz series Outlander, and knowing that it was based on a book, I wondered if author Diana Gabaldon’s now +20yr old book might just be something I needed to read. And when I asked my friend Sara if she’d ever read the book, she practically hyperventilated when describing the leading man with these words, “Really, he’s just the perfect man. And there’s eight books. EIGHT. And he keeps getting BETTER.”
[So, the basic premise of the Outlander books is as follows: World War II combat nurse Claire goes on post-war second honeymoon with husband in the Scottish Highlands. While on a botanical quest, she accidently goes back in time through a portal of standing stones. Thus, falling through stones, get it? Our heroine finds herself in life two-hundred years earlier than when she left it, and ultimately finds comfort – and a whole lot of hubba-hubba -, in the arms of our most perfect leading man, JAMMF. That’s James. Alexander. Malcom. Mackenzie. Fraser, to be sure.]
Sara was right, and I’ve pulled my nose out of those books only because I’ve had to. (After all, I am a mom and my children tend to revolt when I don’t deliver meals.) I’ve read all eight books multiple times (and simultaneously scorched a few meals), and cannot help but put myself in heroine Claire’s shoes and find myself wondering, how’d SHE DO THAT? Could I DO that?
Along with a few fellow outlandish ladies, the seedling ideas of this blog were planted in my brain. Albeit, the seeds were begrudgingly planted as a means to get through ‘Droughtlander’. But nonetheless, seeds were planted. So, while I was re-watching episodes or reading along, I’d take notes of things I wanted to try. Basically, seeds along the lines of:
“I’m pretty sure I need to learn to knit.” or…
“What’s the difference between Scotch, whiskey and bourbon?” or…
“What exactly is in a bannock?” or…
“I wonder where I can get my hands on some bear fat?”
I know. It seems silly. A seemingly intelligent +40-year old mom is a bit obsessed with a book and tv show. But I can’t help it. I’m in it too deep to stop now, baby.
And with that, Welcome to Falling Through Stones!!