Two quotes I’m loving today: One old, one I just stumbled upon.
First, from The House Without a Christmas Tree, a book I bought from a book fair in third grade and still read some holiday seasons. This described economy is something I’ve always wanted to strive for, but have never met at this level:
Grandma was in her seventies, short and shapeless and always slight disheveled, but full of vigor… She was always running up things on her treadle sewing machine, and some of her works were pieced together from remnants — eye-popping combinations of color and design. She was particularly expert at whittling down the worn edges of a garment and making it into something smaller. When one of her flowered cotton housedresses began to wear out, she would hack out the collar and sleeves, and it would suddenly be a slip. When that started to go, it became a bib apron and then a smaller apron, and then a dust cap for her hair and then a quilted pot holder (which she called a “hot pad”), and in its final incarnation, the tiny remaining scrap would go into a patchwork quilt or braided rag rug. Any piece of fabric that found its way into our house wouldn’t get out again for a good fifty years if Grandma got her hands on it.
And from the intro of a book I just started reading, John C. Bogle’s Enough.:
At a party by a billionaire on Shelter Island, Kurt Vonnegut informs his pal Joseph Heller that their host, a hedge-fund manager, had made more money in a single day than Heller had earned from his wildly popular novel Catch-22 over its whole history. Heller responds, “Yes, but I have something he will never have…enough.”
Have a lovely Friday.