When I went to Value Village, the other day, to pick up some inexpensive items, I noticed how cheaply you could acquire a used hand-made blanket--for example, this type of crocheted chevron design. It takes a long time to make one of these.
It is a little bit disheartening to observe the way of these kinds of blankets, hand-made--not exactly art--lovingly and patiently stitched together by hand, wrapped around loved ones on cool evenings, slung over a favorite chair or sofa to cuddle there with a book by the fire... If the blanket could tell stories...
Now, it hangs neatly on a hanger and costs about $5.00. The fabric does not look too nice anymore. Good for camping.
And that could be more value still, physically speaking, than the loving hands of a grandma, who may have knitted it and who has been long gone, missed much or not so much. Who knows.
Still, I could be motivated to make something really crazy colorful, like this:
Would that not be fun? It would be easier than the lace knit on the round, I am involved with now.
Funny, too, and a little sad and morbid, too, were the ladies at the check-out at Value Village. What I did end up buying there was a stack of books, all of them classics. There were used Dostoevsky's, Homer, Ellie Wiesel, Canadian short stories and poetry. I probably got about a dozen, so that the woman at the check-out, a lively, chatty one, said: "Are you taking a class?" I said: "No, not a class. I can read all that and save the money on a class." She said: "Yes, I took my degree in English, and here I work. (Embarrassed to work at Value Village)" The lady at the check-out next to her said: "And look at me. I have a degree in Genetics." She was not joking.
This proves my point. Just read good books and forget the extra degrees.
Read a book. Crochet a blanket. Cuddle.
Work and chat at Value Village. It's all good.