I’ve got people in my life that I refuse to knit or crochet for. I have judged them (oh yes, I’m a judger!) and while I like them as people, I found them unworthy of all the time it would time to make something. Yet I make things for total strangers and give them away.
Honestly I hadn’t realized this contradiction until
just this week as I was working up a broomstick lace scarf for Sewing Simple Gifts. (That’s not an official program. If it was I’d link it! Its just a nice phrase used by the ladies at my church who have decided that in addition to prayer shawls, we should make smaller items for kids.) So as I was broomstick-ing away I tried to figure that out. The best I can come up with is: I’m really doing it for me.
Its All About Me You Know
(If the scarf looks a bit familiar, its because I started it in my a Sunday Stitch post a week or so ago and just kept going with it. Its made by just repeating the steps I show in the video in that post, then a strip of color on each end, and finished with some tassels. I do love me some tassels.)
Knitters and crocheters and quilters (and probably all of the other fiber crafters) are always being asked to make things for a charitable cause. Its so common in fact that as a creator of these hand-made things you have to learn to say no and not over commit yourself. You have to pick one or two charities that you will support and be a big meanie… err… I mean stand firm… and say no to all the others.
That’s if you decide to make things for charity at all. I know plenty of crafters who don’t and they have a pretty good reason why: they don’t want to spend the time to make things for people they don’t know. They’d rather just spend money (i.e. make a cash donation or buy items and give those).
I get that. I’ve written about it before; time is worth more than money. So what am I doing giving my time away to someone I’ll never meet?
It gets me out of my head. I wish I was like Superman and all the petty, irritating parts of life just bounced off me. They don’t. But doing something for a stranger lets me forget about it all for awhile. When I’m working on a charity project I get a mental break from the cruddy-ness of everyday life.
Also, when I give stuff to a stranger, I can indulge in ridiculous craft-fantasies that will never be pieced by the cruel needle of reality. For this pretty, pink, broomstick lace scarf I created this scenario to go with it:
a) The little girl (yes a girl. I know we live in the world of political correctness these days but come on, pink + lace = girl) who gets it will love it. Of course.
b) She will wear it everyday even when it doesn’t match her outfit.
c) She will never loose it on the school bus or at a friend’s house or in a public toilet.
d) She will pack it away carefully every summer in potpourri and tissue paper.
e) She will take such care that it will survive her entire childhood intact and be passed on to her own daughter thus becoming a treasured family heirloom.
Yep. That’s exactly the way its going to go. And since I’m handing it over to the church ladies this Sunday, never to be seen again, I’ll never have to find out otherwise.
Ha! Take that World.