handmade MONDAY, NOVEMBER 30, 2009
I love to make Christmas gifts. But over the years Iâ€™ve realized that making a gift with my own hands usually takes a few tries. I first recognized this pattern while making cards in high school. I would sit down to create, make a few duds, and then eventually get into a groove. This was easy enough with cards and other quickly-made items. And it was easy enough with long, uninterrupted hours. Long gone are my days of uninterrupted hours. Now I have to decide if I want to get myself into a project and risk the likely discouragement that results from having to stop before Iâ€™ve gotten past the duds. This morning I took the risk. Amabel obliged me. And Ellen did too. Well, sort of. The house looked like a total disaster when I finished this tiny plate of felted food. There was wool, yarn, felt, fabric, and brown rice all over the table and all over the floor. (Ellen amused herself for a long time with a plate of rice, left over from lunch.) But I think it was worth it for just a little bit of something handmade.