Yesterday morning I had a pile of crumpled cotton, some bits of paper taped together with masking tape and no real idea what I was trying to achieve. Yesterday evening I had a whole shepherd outfit for my nephew's first nativity play. (I can't provide you with a photo because my nephew is insisting he isn't dressing up, little tyke.) Taking a pile of nothing and turning it to something has to be one of the most satisfying things in the world.
I'm the first person to undersell myself, I don't even know how many times I've said "oh no, I'm not clever, it was easy" or "if I can do it anyone can" or "I only followed the pattern instructions". But it's not true, is it? Just because I can do it, doesn't mean anyone can. In our little bubble of hand-making we read blogs every day about the wonderful things people make, we read magazines full of beautiful handmade items, we are immersed in the world of designing and making. It's easy to forget that having the ability to make something from scratch is really bloody special. I always say sewing is just engineering, but with prettier materials.
So from today I solemnly swear to celebrate each and every make a bit more, to accept the praise and be proud of everything I create. And I think you should too.
xo K
PS How many 4 year old shepherds have french seams in their costume do you think? I know one, that's just how we roll in my family.
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