I’m working on making some stockings for our family. We’ve always had REALLY ugly ones, and I’ve always thought I’d like to have individual ones with a unifying trend. So, when my mom was here we set-off for the fabric store. We found some great red courderoy with snowflakes (love courderoy) and some stuff for the tops, and notions to help everyone individualize theirs. I’ve sewn the kid’s and I’m jsut disappointed, I see flaws in all of them. I mean, when I hang them and look from across the room they’re pretty dang adorable but up close I see ALL these flaws, and I just want to rip them to shreds and throw them away.
So, as I was cleaning this morning I was thinking what I’d think if I had a stocking that my grandma had hand-made. I know I’d cherish it. I’d probably give it a place of honor in our Christmast decorations just because it was from her, and now she is no longer with us. And it hit me. The reason I make things is to leave a legacy. It’s not to save money (because, regardless of all the good intentions they rarely do save money), it’s not to be better then what’s sold at Pottery Barn (I wish), but it’s to show my kids that I care enough about them, and Christmas to spend some time sewing a bit of myself into the season.
I think home-made has gotten a bad rep lately. It either needs to be amazing as Martha Stewart would do, or it’s worthless. That’s not how I feel about the things people who I love had made for me, and I need to place the same measurement to myself.
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