In the last few years there’s been a real renaissance in the stuff our mums did – and our grandmothers. The stuff that our mums probably decided after a while was actually a bit uncool, and gave up doing in favour of more convenient ways of getting through life. You know, buying cakes instead of making them, picking up a nice dress in M&S rather than running one off the Singer…
But now this stuff is all coming back – baking, sewing, knitting, crocheting, restoring furniture and upcycling it. Everyone is making stuff.
Everyone except me. I don’t make stuff. I don’t like making stuff. I don’t want to make stuff. I simply can’t remember the last time I made something. And I’m not even bothered.
But I did make something. In fact, I made three rather amazing somethings.
I made this boy.
And this boy.
And this girl.