Hi friends, welcome to my first official post at Cookie Cutter Cottage!

As you have seen on my other social media platform, I have decided to pursue a new niche. I am so passionate and excited to talk about this new niche with you today!

The niche is…..Homesteading!

For the past few years, since the big “upset” in this world, I have opened my mind to more self-sufficient skills. I realized that worldly things and people were not what we expected or even believed them to be. My first thought was food. What would I do without grocery stores? What would I do if my basic needs were absent from the store shelf? Could I just bake the bread on my own? Could I just sew the dress instead?

These are all questions that really made me think…what would I do?

During 2020, I saw many new influencers talking more about homesteading. They made their own food from scratch from local farmers. Most of the influencers raised their own chickens and pigs. Many had milking cows and even goats.

So, here I am in my cookie-cutter house in a suburb, and I’m thinking, “Hmmm, I think I need a farm.”

These homesteaders were almost untouched by worldly problems and disasters. They had their gardens, animals, and even their medicinal items figured out.

After days of going down rabbit holes and learning more and more about this lifestyle, I found many articles that referred to the times of the Great Depression. How did our grandparents live? What did they live without? And did that even matter?

When I was a child, I remember my grandmother using margarine containers for leftovers. I remember their old Japanese milking barn they used as a tool/storage shed. They had both sides of the barn filled with things they might need someday. I was just five, thinking they had a lot of junk while my grandpa peeled me an apple from his humble orchard with his pocket knife.

When my father was a child, his parents, my grandparents, had a small hobby homestead at the edge of town. My grandfather grew apples, cherries, hazelnuts, sugar snap peas, and all sorts of vegetables. They had a cow, named Rosie, who is buried in the woods behind their house along with several dogs my father grew up with.

Just recently, over the past year, I learned that my second great-grandfather was a farmer and his father was too. I had farmers on both sides of my family tree. I realize back then it was more common to have small farms because that’s what folks did. That’s how they made their living. But then I thought maybe that’s why I became so keen on the idea to become a homesteader. It runs in my blood.

Now, I know I don’t have a farm. I don’t even have chickens. But what I do know is I’m ready to learn so that someday I can take care of my family and do something I love all at the same time.

I’m no expert, and I don’t claim to be a typical homesteader, but maybe someday I will be.

“For with God nothing will be impossible” Luke 1:37

Til next time, folks.