But why? Why is my time and effort not enough, even for me? Why do I not give enough value to my own knitting to believe that it is a kind and lovely gift all on it's own? Or maybe I don't think that the recipients of my handiwork won't understand the time and thought that I put into their gifts.
My knitting is more special than a gift certificate. It is more heartfelt than a card. It is more time consuming than a trip to the mall. And I hope it is enough for my loved ones.