As we get closer to the holiday next week I find myself feeling more and more overwhelmed. If everything felt loud at the beginning of the season, this week it feels deafening and only getting worse the closer we get to the 25th.
Most years I think I’ll make handmade gifts and then stress out the whole time about them. This year, however, I am finding comfort in my last-minute gift knitting. I have found it to be a perfect little antidote to the busyness and materialism of the season. Meditative clicking of my needles keeping me a bit more grounded and less caught up in the world’s push to buy, buy, buy for people who already have everything they really need.
For me, the best gifts are handmade. They’re the gifts that say not just “I saw this at the store and thought you’d like it” but that “you’re worthy of me taking precious time to make this.”
They are love in tangible form. I knit you this. I baked you this. I spent time I will never get back to do this because I care about you.
Store-bought presents rarely truly convey our love to family and friends in such a way.
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