I love days when I get to craft. I find all sorts of reasons to craft. For example: Lessons that I teach, holidays, Birthdays, Ground Hog Day, etc. I bought a lot of Christmas cards on sale that nobody wanted. So now I get to decide what fun things can I do with them. (I found a lot of fun things to do with them. If I know your mailing address you might be getting some.) Any day that I can use a glue gun, pom poms, and wiggly eyes for a project is a good day. For Christmas this year I had 3 dozen nice pillar candles that I bought in January 3 years ago when no one wanted them, and combined them with some fuzzy yarn and bells that I bought 5 years ago in March and turned them into wonderful Christmas gifts. I have fun crafting from things in my stash.
Tuesday night I sat down on the rug in front of the couch (because I’ve never been one to sit in chairs) and pulled out my box of yarn and my knitting needles. And I started knitting a pencil. Brett asked me why I was knitting it. I paused. Thought about it. And the only reasons I could think of was because I could and because it is cute. And it is cute.
Can I make something just because? Yes. Yes, I can.
Creating. Crafting. Making things. They bring joy to my life. Whether there is a functional reason or not there is something deeply fulfilling about taking some raw materials, be they yarn or fabric or ingredients or anything else, and making something useful or beautiful out of them.
It is participating in the divine.
The Creator of the plan of happiness is also the Creator of all the beauty we see around us. I’ve had several occasions to wonder if something was created simply for the joy and beauty of it.