Why?
Is it cheaper? Is it prettier? Is it just what I really wanted?
Sometimes, but there’s more.
It comes from me. It’s an expression of who I am. It’s a visible outpouring of my love for my family, my friends, for others who suffer, even for myself. It stretches me to try something new. I have to think for myself. Judge for myself. Keep going. Press on. Believe.
I believe that it matters that something is handmade rather than mass-produced. It costs me plenty in time and in money, but the gain is more than an object.
I believe that what I make will be loved. Well, I will love it! Or, at least appreciate it, if not for it’s loveliness than for what I learned in the process.
And, I believe that it brings people together. Isn’t that more than clear? But even outside of this bloggy-good place, it brings friends together to admire and encourage, to confess to that drive to create. And the sparks of creativity fly between us.
Because everyone is creative. Yes, absolutely. Everyone.
So whether you stitch or knit or paint or cook or garden or sing, let’s keep it up. Let’s make our own lives.
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Care to join me in sharing your {Why}? What got you started? What keeps you going? Why is it worth it? Yes, Please!
Whether in poetry, prose or pictures post about it and include a link back to here. I’ll be making a list of links to participating bloggers to keep the inspiration coming. Just add a link to your post in the comments.
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8. rockinbabies
Stitched in Color 