I have a confession - I love to make things. Turn me lose in Michaels or Joann Fabrics, and not only am I in heaven, but, chances are, I will spend quite a bit of money before I'm done.
This past weekend, I made quite a few items including a gingerbread house, a paper wreath for the front door, an embossed thank-you note card, and 2 pairs of leggings for my daughter. None of these items were made entirely from scratch. The gingerbread house was pre-baked and assembled (thank you Wilton!); the paper wreath was assembled from a kit I bought at Paper Source, the note card required only a stamp and one of my new toys--the embossing machine; and the leggings are merely women's over-the-knee socks with the feet cut off and a hem sewn on.
I find making things with my hands to be invigorating. Although I will admit that I don't remember the last time I swore as much as I did when I was trying to put my mother's old sewing machine together. What I wouldn't give for the user's manual!
There are so many things I want to try to make. I want to become a really good knitter. I love knitting, but I need instruction and patience to get better. I would love to be able to sew, too. Right now, I have a small, very cheap, crafting sewing machine. If I can ever figure out how to use my mother's old machine, I would love to take a sewing class.
This post was written in response to the daily prompt at #reverb10, allowing you to reflect on 2010 and manifest what's next.