Sat on the side of the road of our old neighborhood was a sign that said free… In the trash can perched a yard sale sign, and by the looks of the curbside trash they had a sale that day and/or the day before…
Given that I have worked for years to get what I have, some of my most valuable things are things I made or made for me… Some of those things were made by others…..
Making a living with my hands, those things are expected to be handmade and so mine are. People that buy my copper stuff, and more to range hoods, like the personality of the hand crafted product rather than a machine punched piece.. I do get paid to do those, but I have to admit I love what I do….
The free sign sat above a cardboard box, a box filled with handmade love…. Someone put forth a ton of effort to make some of the same blankets that I put on my bed year after year… I grabbed them with a desire to own them, to use them….. To give them a home where they were loved and used as the same purpose the hundreds of hours were put into them…. Still today, 11 years later they’re still keeping me warm!!!
