While the return to the craft of domesticity can help a homemaker’s sense of fulfillment, ultimately undervaluing motherhood is the more persistent issue.

By Carrie Gress and Noelle Mering

Over the past decade, our culture has seen a resurgence of interest in the domestic arts. What was old seems new again.

Contemporary McMansions are shunned for old farmhouses or low-slung mid-century homes. Convenience food is something we buy sheepishly, opting instead to wear aprons while making simple, slow meals served on hand-thrown pottery. We knit, sew, quilt, and even quill. If it is a craft, it has probably made, or is about to make, a social comeback from prior relative obscurity.

What is interesting about this rise in the domestic arts is that it is not necessarily springing from an equal rise in our appreciation of homemaking. This can be interpreted in different ways. Maybe we are inadvertently seeking the comfort represented in caring for home, perhaps because that comfort was denied to us. Maybe it is just an acknowledgement that convenience has come with a cost.