I can’t even begin to count the things I’ve made and given away in my 68 years on this earth. I’ve also sold quite a few things; not a lot, but quite a few. In all that time, I rarely kept or made anything for myself. I can probably count on my ten fingers how many I did for “me.” I think a lot of crafters are like that.
I remember a pullover sweater I made for myself in the 70s. There was a tunic-type pullover, a potholder or two, a pair of adult-booties. Not much else. Oh, and one lapghan - a quick-and-easy style.
Lately, this past few years, I’ve been trying to be good to myself. If I’m making something that can be made in bunches, I am careful to keep at least one or two for me. I love looking at, using, or wearing something that I know I enjoyed making. I love knowing that I had the ability to make it.
On days when I feel worthless or unappreciated or neglected (doesn’t everyone have one of those once in a while?), I can cover up with my delicious lapghan and feel comforted. When I am cooking and maybe a bit worn out that day, I feel good using a potholder I’ve made just for me, in colors I like, in a weight and texture that suits my own grip and hand size.
Yes, I’m glad I did save and/or make a few things for myself. But I think I need just a few more.
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