Beyond this delicious relational aspect to handmade gifts, my other reasons for making things by hand get more complicated (and not a little murky). Some of it is very intuitive, the desire coming to me at gut level, telling me that nothing else will do than to dream up something "just right" for this person at this time. This is closely related to an inner certainty that I can make things or, more importantly, that I can learn how to make (some) things (and that the effort will be worth it). However, being a naturally deep and deliberative kind of a gal (okay stop nodding Mum and Dad and, well, everyone who knows me well), you won’t be surprised when I say that this gut instinct doesn’t arise out of a vacuum. I, like many in the craft world today, respond viscerally and forcefully to much of our modern consumer culture and the deadening impact of the mass producing, global manufacturing beast we contend with on our every foray to the shops.
"The ascendancy of chain store culture and global manufacturing has left us dressing, furnishing, and decorating alike. We are encouraged to be consumers, not producers, of our own culture. Our ties to the local and human sources of our goods have been lost. Buying [and making] handmade helps us reconnect."
From: Why Buy Handmade?
So, giving handmade gives back. Again. It gives back a small sense of peace, it gives back a sense of difference and why that is good, and it gives back a sense of lightly treading where you want others to follow.
Which is why, when I receive handmade gifts, that I can feel a little breathless, a little heady, a little speechless. Just for a bit. Because I know; I know that something - something wonderful, something palpable, something outside of - has occurred here. I can’t claim that those who have made stuff for me have done it with the same reasons in mind as I have spoken about here and there, however some part of all of it must be true. Whatever their processes, reasons, experiences, I at least know something of the time, the energy, the thinking, the love and the refusing to not do it, that goes into each creation. And that makes all the difference.
PS: These photos are of handmade gifts that we received when Tiny was born. I thanked all the makers then, and thank them again now. I get it.
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