On Saturday my good friend, Christy, moved to Utah. She has been trying to move there for over a year. She said she didn't like Maryland. (Honestly, I don't know why anyone wouldn't love Maryland! Can you imagine? Wait ... don't answer that.)
Anyway, I wanted to make something for her as a going-away gift. This is what goes on in the mind of a crafter (namely me):
"Hmmmm. Christy's moving. I should make her something. Okay. What? Hmmmm. Well, I've already made her a tote. Hmmmm. A bag? No, I already made her a bag. What am I going to make her? I've already given her a tissue pouch. And several bars of homemade soap. She doesn't need anything else to pack up. What can I make? What can I make? What can I make?!?! I'm not going to make her anything. She doesn't need anything. She's trying to pack and move. WHAT CAN I MAKE?! I wonder if she'd like a pencil roll. She likes to draw. I know! I got it!!!!! I'll make pencil rolls for her kids! What better gift for a friend than to try to keep her children occupied while driving across the country with four children?" (Of course this is a repeating conversation with myself over the course of a week or two.)
So ... here they are:
Four pencil rolls for her four children.
Made entirely from my stash (because, by the point I figured out what to make, it was the last minute and she was leaving the next day).
And I had a similar conversation with myself Wednesday/Thursday of last week when I was invited to a last-minute birthday get-together for my niece who was turning eight. I went the way of the birthday tote and dish towel apron.
And another similar conversation for a friend's birthday on Saturday. She got some Amy Butler note cards.