To anyone that knows me, it’s clear that I have a crafting addiction. I can’t get enough of it and I really do enjoy a variety of projects. I crochet. I’m learning to knit (or trying to at least). I sew, mostly home items like pillow covers and curtains. I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty when it comes to a project and, in all honesty, I always just feel better when I’ve got something physical to show for my work. There was a point in time a few years ago when I was simply too busy, too tired and too broke to do much crafting at all; my extremely limited down time consisted of falling asleep in front of the television. That was, quite possibly, the most miserable time of my adult years and the moment I was able to get to a Michael’s and find some lovely wool-blend yarn and a crochet hook, I felt much, much better. I was still stressed out, but the simple act of just starting a project was enough to improve my mood. It’s a stress-relieving tactic I use still.
But you’re not here to be regaled with a lengthy diatribe about how I find personal satisfaction in the act of creation, are you?