What a loaded word.
Seems simple and might be for some.
My craft - or rather my ability to craft - defines me. It has shaped me in so many ways.
My craft has affected the people I gravitate to. It affects how I use my time. It even affects trips I take and places I go.
My craft satisfies me. It gives me a sense of fulfullment.
This Christmas, I was a recipient of another person's craft. My mother-in-law gifted us with a stunningly gorgeous quilt.
Mary made quilts years ago - one for Andy and me, one for Brian, and one for Taylor. They are all treasures.
The pattern is a log cabin in the barn raising arrangement. The colors range from terra cotta to gold to green. It looks great on the bed in the upstairs guest bedroom. I want to add some big pillows with shams and maybe accent pillows in rust and olive green.
Mary made the back of the quilt just as lovely as the front. Mary says that is so I can use either side. I think I will use the log cabin side but flip up a corner.
Being a crafter, makes me truly appreciate receiving a handmade gift. I know the time that went into it. I also know, that every stitch, like with my own handmades, holds Mary's thoughts, prayers, concerns, and wishes. I hoped that the making of this fabulous gift warmed her heart as it will ours for years to come.
Thank you, Mary, for the beautiful quilt. Your skill/talent has bestowed us with a gift that we will enjoy and treasure with loving thoughts of its maker.