
You may have read here or heard me talk about how important I think crafting is to human beings of all ages. Our consumer culture tries to replace making with buying, but it's just not the same at all. Buying takes seconds, under the florescent lights of the nearest Tar-jay. Your entire relationship with the object can be summed up in the amount of time it takes the clerk to swipe your Visa. Taking ingredients to the finished object stage involves deliberate thought and intentional focus; yarn or beads or berries don't make themselves into scarves or earrings or jam, you do. Your mind and heart need to be connected to the ingredients and the desired outcome for the time it takes to knit or string or cook. Every time I have the good fortune to work with a real beginner here in the stores - someone who says 'I have never made anything' - it happens. As the beads and wire and sparkly bits turn into earrings right before her eyes, she realizes she is making something. You can almost see the light bulb turn on above her head. That bit of glow, that joy that happens as you realize you are making something, is so very important to being a human being.
Lucky for Flora, and her little brother, that she is growing up in a family where that moment, that light bulb above the head moment, happens daily and to such very young people. Lucky for us, we crafty folks, that we get that moment often. Lucky for me that I get to share that moment with people in the store, or with my own children, almost every day.
*In the interest of full disclosure, this doesn't happen every time I see her but she does often have fancy, sparkly drinks or hot tea or even a nice coffee with Bailey's at hand when you most need it.
If you are interested in getting your young knitter going, Living Crafts has a page of tips on just that by Elizabeth Seward, plus three great needle felting projects including hedgehogs. Yep, you read that right. Hedgehogs.
Oh honey, I will put jam in your hands each and every time I see you . . . if you'll write such lovey things about me! I must admit that I feel very lucky to be able to make stuff with my kids day in and day out. And I also admit to being a bit overwhelmed that the incredibly cool bead woman (who's that? she owns the store? her name is Cynthia? shhhh!), who I stalked years ago, thinks I'm a wee bit groovy. M-wah! xo N
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