I am a terrible gift giver.
I love giving gifts, but the actual moment of giving it turns me into Awkward Penguin. I hate being thanked. The quilt above was a gift for friends who had their baby early Saturday morning. It's the same pattern as Quilt #1, but a bit thicker batting turned it into a nice tummy time mat or car blanket. Thing is, when they called last week from Seattle to enthuse over it, my tongue and brain turned to mush and I couldn't think of anything to say in response. I didn't want to be praised for the work I'd done. It was hardly even my best work, a bit rushed and shorted. It simply brings me joy to think about their new baby girl using it, and that's all I want. That's why I put the work in, that's why I spend the time. I've been told this is ungracious. I don't know what to do about it. Is it a self esteem issue? Maybe, I don't know. I know I'll certainly keep making people gifts, keep giving them, and when I'm praised for my efforts, keep feeling like we're all missing the point .