A hot topic, one that can boil any crocheter over is gifting others with our projects.
Though some people don’t wish to admit, times are tight and I think the holidays needs to get back in focus to evaluating what gifting means… family, friends and the gift of time. Will I see it get back to that within my lifetime??? I don’t know. I might just have wishful thinking.
Many of us collect yarn. A few of us, including me, probably could open up a mini mart of yarn in our own homes. It’s almost embarrassing when we go to small cute little yarn shops and we probably have more ‘stash’ at home.
Darnit… I used the word ‘Stash’. Such a dirty word. Means to me like I am a yarn hoarder. Instead, let’s call it ‘Yarn Collection’. Yes… I may be in denial about what my stockpile of yarn really is… but for me… it’s my go to place when I want to relax, create and make something meaningful for me. Stash or no stash… it’s my place of happiness!
Getting back to giving the gift of time. Spending time with people we care about is really what we need. Yes… a beautiful, non-recyclable gift wrapped item with a big honk’n bow gives us the EBGB’s of delight. Now let’s remove that person from the equation and just find that gift sitting in your living room with no person attached to it. You can see… it’s more than just the gift, it’s the connection with another person.
For me, memory creation is more important than the tangible gifts. Within our crochet projects is the gift of time and compassion as each stitch is hand crafted. It was thoughtful and planned. With our home crafted items we are giving the best of what I believe to be the greatest gift of the year.
Sure… some people are driven by commercialism and the more gifts under the tree represent how much they are loved. Kind of sad when we look at the gift and figure out how much they spent and evaluate the gift based on a retail price. Not surprised… it’s taught to us by the media to be important.
I was watching a YouTube Commercial two days ago and this woman is sitting at the dining room table with her husband. He is about to say something and she says, “I can’t take it anymore… they just don’t match!” The camera pans away to her kitchen where the stove is stainless steel and the fridge is the regular white look. It then pans to them shopping at Home Depot looking for a new fridge.
I rolled my eyes in disgust as there is nothing wrong with the fridge other than colour. We are being taught we need to buy stuff in order to be happy. Sorry… I just don’t ‘buy it’, pardon the pun.
I guess what I am trying to say is that our value on things are warped and I think it takes us crocheters to remind others who have been sucked into commercialism that it is false happiness. Will we ever get that message across to others? I’m not sure but maybe I have been sipping too much pink Koolaid this morning!
What are your thoughts on this? I am misdirected in my thoughts?