Getting crafty
Monday, January 5th, 2009Since I got my sewing machine, I had a vague idea for months that I would MAKE people gifts for Christmas this year instead of refueling the flagging economic machine like a good little consumer. The problem with this idea is that three of the five most important people in my life are men, and another is a dog, so the intersection of things they would appreciate and things I can make by hand in my nascent craftiness is tiny.
But then in December I hit on the idea of slippers. For my dad, at least, I imagine slippers rank lower than a sandblasting attachment for his air compressor on the list of gifts he’d enjoy, but higher than a scarf or a man-purse—good enough for me!
My mom needed new slippers anyway, so I knew she’d appreciate them. I know John’s not a slipper guy, so I gave him some fancy tea, an infuser, and a teakettle instead. Plus I mended a badly-torn pair of his pajama pants, and that totally counts as a homemade gift. Sam was also exempt—the hours I would spend sewing him tiny booties by hand would far outweigh the few minutes of amusement we’d get watching him chew them off his feet.
