There other day I was pulling out a basket of projects that I had just completely abandoned. I hadn’t even thought about them in quite a while. A sweater I finished last spring, it just needs a good soak and some buttons. Three cross stitch samplers that I’ve really dropped the ball on. Calla coasters that I made up for Christmas gifts back in 2017. They just needed their backs. Two other cross stitch samplers that were finished two years ago that just need to be framed. These are just the things that I pulled out that I knew I would want to eventually get finished. I didn’t bother with the ones I knew I would never finish. Like a bag full of crochet hexagons. I know with complete certainty that I will never finish that.
While I was doing this, I had the most morbid thought land on me like a ton of bricks.
If I were to die today, what will my kids actually have that I’ve finished.
My biggest reason for even “making” is to have something to pass down through generations. Unique handmade things filled with memories. My great grandmother made many things, and almost everyone in our family has something of hers. My children will have boxes of supplies. That thought really mad me sad. It still does as I write this days later. I don’t want to be remembered as a craft hoarder with nothing to show for it. There’s no use in a box of nothings.
So this year may just be the year for just being with all my making and trying to use up everything I already have in the supply closet. With the exception of a bit of fabric for some spring dresses I do want to try to sew for the girls. I can do this. What’s your reason for making and what do you wish you had finished that isn’t right now?