From DIY’er to DIN’er

I’ve noticed atroublesome pattern in the memories that pop up daily on my Facebook timeline. Anyone reading over my shoulder might deduce traits of my personality that contradict reality. My frequent viewing of these posts has led to a nose-dive in my self-esteem, mainly because I am well aware of the situation.

What is that grim reality? I am a failure thanks to the DIY’ers (do-it-yourselfers). I am not referring to skilled seamstresses, needle-workers, interior designers who know all the rules and which to break, landscapers with encyclopedic knowledge, mechanics, builders, artists in any arena – all those folks with training and expertise in creating, improving and beautifying what makes our world go round.

I am referring to DIY’ers who concoct fun, functional and colorful complements to daily life out of discards. There are tons of television shows, websites, books (entire library sections) and YouTube podcasts dedicated to doing just that. Why do I feel doomed in this arena?  It isn’t because I can’t do anything. I can read, comprehend and follow instructions – the foundation of any growth and development. I own basic equipment: hammer, drill, paints and brushes, more hot glue guns than necessary (because they play hide-and-seek), an immeasurable stash of supplies and innumerable sources of natural and manmade resources. I have a multitude of folders – both the paper and the email kinds – of mountains of projects within the scope of my skills. I could probably host workshops and provide participants with all the necessary supplies, but I would be learning along with them.

So why am I among the ranks of the DIN’ers (do-it nevers)? (Technically, almost-never because I have proudly completed a couple of basic ones in the fourteen or so years of retirement). If I didn’t drag out any of the quickest projects to tackle during the initial isolation of the pandemic in 2020, it probably ain’t gonna happen. Do I dare plan a yard sale or give my bins away? What if that dooms others to the DIN dungeon? I don’t want to enable so I will wait. Every now and then an authentic DIY’er begins looking frantically for a specific item in the middle of a creation. Being able to provide it is almost as satisfying as doing it myself.

About Teresa Pearson Lee

Retired after 33 years of teaching English and French (one year in private school in Memphis, TN and the rest in public school in Doniphan, MO. Enjoying new adventures - all those things I put off for lack of time, energy, now I can try them! Pottery, writing, traveling, camping, kayaking, dancing, listening to some of the best live music ever, and making lively new friendships. All christened with an appreciation for great red wine! Created and operated KC's on the Current, then sold it and managed it for new owners. You might still find me at the reservation desk when spring rolls around. Born and raised in St. Louis, MO near The Hill. Though a transplant to Southeast Missouri, still a city gal at the core with a deep love of the natural resources in these Ozark foothills. Currently I am a content coordinator for Poplar Bluff Living Magazine and a columnist/stringer for the local weekly The Prospect News. My rescue Siamese helps with most of the proofreading; he has a great ear. I relish the solitude easily had in the Mark Twain Forest but thoroughly enjoy lively outings for music, wine, conversation close to home or in my beloved hometown. Technology is my greatest challenge but so worth the shared connections. There may be a need for solitude but there is little loneliness. The material in this blog written by Teresa Lee is her property and cannot be used without express written consent to do so.
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