Things I made and hated look a lot better months or years later.
Like, I knit these squares for an afghan a decade ago, but wasn’t happy with the way they came out. So I hid them in a stack in our linen closet and didn’t look at them till last week—and was shocked by how cool they are.
Or like the Victorian doll house book I made when I was recovering from hand surgery. I kept putting pages together and tearing them apart until I hated the whole thing.
But Margaret said it was “enchanting,” which gave me the energy to finish. That’s when I discovered that the book stands up by itself, making it a 3D dollhouse with room for paper dolls and more.
I would have loved that when I was a kid. And still do.
The creative adult is the child who survived. – Ursula K. LeGuin