I love the imperfections of handmade pieces. They add a touch of reality and charm.
When her grandmother taught her some simple sewing and embroidery techniques on burlap this summer, she began to sew little vignettes for all her family.
As soon as she heard about an art contest at school, she decided that hand-sewing something would be best. She worked for over a month, sewing little bits here and there when she felt like sewing. Finally, the due date drew near and she put all the finishing touches on at the last minute (just like her mom).
When she turned in her little piece of hand sewn work, she couldn't have been more proud.
I love to watch kids work hard for something and then see the pride errupt when they complete their little dreams. It is unparalleled and the best reward.
