Monday, June 18, 2007
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With summer officially TWO DAYS (!!!!) away, I can. Not. Wait. I already have one new project underway (we'll see how it goes--I may have harvested the lavender too early) and have a binder full of ideas for more.
Sometimes I'm mildly embarassed by how Crafty Bitch I am--it all sounds so like a woman whose username would be ZacksMama231. But then I realize that what I really prefer, what I really love, is to give gifts that I've had my hands on. That I put together thinking, I can't wait to hear what Gail thinks of this. Or, I wish I could see Lee's face when she opens this. As gifts, they're so much better than just another thing.
Added to the fact that to give meaningful gifts to the people I really love, there's not much I can purchase. I've pretty much exhausted the Only in Oregon gift plan--there's only so many times you can give marionberry jam before you're just weird. And for people like my parents--Lord love 'em--they will buy anything they want, need, or momentarily covet. They will buy it better, faster, and more expensive than I can. So short of finding that mythical, mystical gift They Didn't Even Know They Needed And/Or Wanted That Is Still Forty Bucks, I just end up buying them more Stuff.
So I like to make a gift. I give less Stuff that way, and what I do give means more. Plus I get the joy of planning and anticipation. It's win-win-win.