I know people who don’t ‘do’ handmade stuff
They consider it to be less than perfect,
a bit homespun,
just for ageing hippies.
Well that’s fine with me
In fact it’s a fair approximation of
who and what I am.
Once upon a time before machines took over the earth
Everything was Made by Hand
Makers were respected for their skills
The things they made were valued and handed down
From generation to generation.
Within each handmade item dwelt a human story
Which, in turn, was handed down
From generation to generation.
I am passionate about Handmaking.
Each handmade item I own
reminds me of the friend who made it -
It carries a story.
A while back I wandered round my home
and listed the amazing craftspeople
whose work has enhanced my life.
They are with me in my favourite Mug
The Hearth Rug my Mother made
Clocks, Lamps, Vases, Pictures..
Clothes, Shoes, Jewellery..
In every room - Yes! even the smallest!
Are happy memories
And very human connections.
Each morning when I wake
I am greeted by my
Totally tasteless, Gloriously riotous,
Hugely colourful, Randomly sparkly
Full-of-memories Patchwork Quilt
My silly-o’clock cup’o’tea
arrives in a handmade mug.
In that instant I am surrounded by
joyful memories and thoughts of good friends.
What a way to start the day!!
So Why Handmade?
Because it’s enriching and life-enhancing!
It fills each day with micro-moments of
Pure joy
Contentment
Memory
Laughter
Wonder
Gratitude
Friendship
Of course there are many other reasons...
It’s good for the local economy
You get something unique
It’s green
But most of all...
You make the person who made it
Very Happy Indeed!
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