Each time I make something for somebody I hope that they "get it."
I hope that they understand that a handmade gift is a gift of love and a gift of time.
I hope that they see that I strived to make the perfect give just for them.
I really do hope that the recipient "gets it," but I'm not always sure that they do.
Case in point - this Christmas I gave someone a quilt that I had made and while they thanked me and told me that it was beautiful, they never even unfolded the quilt to the look at it. All night it sat folded up in a box in the corner. I couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment at their reaction. I realize that not everybody is going to jump up and down with excitment when they receive a handmade gift, but I'm pretty sure that there's a small part of me that hopes that that's the reaction that the gift will get (or I hope that they'll atleast unfold it to look at it!).
I'm trying to make my peace with it.
On a more positive note, I have to tell you that I'm one lucky gal because my husband "gets it." As this person was looking at the quilt I could hear him piping up in the backgroup, "Carolyn picked out all those colors just for you. Carolyn spent a really long time making that quilt. Carolyn spent a lot of time in the basement sewing."
I think that definitely counts as Reason Number 2 that I love my husband.
(Oh, and in case anybody is wondering, my mom was actually very appreciative of her quilt and did not complain once about the size. Whew!)