Last year, the kids and I made a birthday present for a friend. It rekindled my love of creation. While I have been writing for years, before that I used to make stuff all the time - sewing, craft, knitting, embroidery. And I've always loved photography.
I would never consider myself artistic or talented in any way but I do love to make things; to take a pile of fabric and turn it into something - cubby house or toy horse - is actually quite satisfying.
So, I have started to slowly but positively embrace my creative side. I am re-entering a world of stitching and finding great relaxation in the repetition. The satisfaction gained from completing a project of my own design is immense. Something I have poured a little bit of myself into.
There is something special about a handmade object. The imperfections make it special. The time taken to make something for someone else signifies how important they are to you. The fact that you would dedicate something as precious as time to another makes the gift priceless.
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