There were times when I was younger that I didn't appreciate homemade. When I was a teenager and every other girl in my class had the latest this or that, it was hard to swallow having to wear re-worked hand-me-downs to school. When I was a senior in high school, I was nominated for the homecoming court, and I told my mother I would not wear a homemade outfit. I had seen a lemon yellow cordouroy, wide-legged bell-bottomed pantsuit that I wanted. It was $40, which might as well have been $4000 back then. $40 was our grocery budget for a month!
I begged and begged until Momma bought that pantsuit. As soon as I put it on, I hated it. I now know that lemon yellow is the only color I cannot wear. It makes me look like I'm deathly ill. I refused to wear it to homecoming, but she made me because she could not return it to the store. I wore it until it fell apart. Momma got her $40 out of it, and then some. It was recycled into stuffing for pillows and dolls and dust rags.
When I was in my 20s and out on my own, I suddenly realized how lucky I was to know how to do things for myself. I decorated my first house almost entirely from things I made and my family made for me. Now of course, handmade is all the rage, and I'm happy for it.
There are other crafts I want to attempt, too. I'm dying to learn how to needle felt and make stained glass windows. I also want to learn more lacemaking techniques...and improve on my polymer clay techniques...and make some shelves for my workroom...and a double wedding ring quilt...
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