Just making myself.

...when crafting for profit sometimes has its repercussions...

Bag making.  A test of my determination and fortitude.  Because it is good for me.



When I make a bag, my fingers go on autopilot.  I cut, press, pin, and sew and think about my plans for the next day, what I am making for dinner, and what next home project I would like to undertake. 

At one time I reveled in this safe zone, making hundreds of bags, smiling at my little creations, but these days, I long to craft because it brings me to think about the craft itself, the person I make it for, and the advancement of my personal being.

And as much as I love how this little bag turned out, and how much I adore the recipient, it didn't fill my soul as it once did.

But.  Making bags today makes me appreciate the craft I have learned.  And especially all of the folks I have met, and the relationships I have made.

And this is why I keep making them.