CHRISTMAS HANDMADE GIFTS

The holidays are approaching and Christmas presents are a task to complete as soon as possible. There are many people to whom we would like to give a gift (even a small one), and it often becomes a necessity to make cheap Christmas gifts.

The perfect solution? DIY Christmas gifts are the perfect compromise between the need not to spend large sums, and the pleasure of communicating all our love to loved ones by dedicating them a thought made from the heart, to which we have dedicated time and creativity. In addition, it is a good way to make original Christmas gifts, and it is also a way of making sustainable and more ecological gifts, especially if you take advantage of creative recycling. So since there are so many people who create beautiful things but who may not have a showcase, here I would like to make this post available to give you the opportunity to link in the comments some sites or blogs of people who sell handmade items so we can help them sell something. What you think about that?

CREATIVE SHELLS

When a predator enters the shell in an attempt to eat its contents and does not succeed, it remains inside a part of it that injures and irritates the meat of the mollusk, and the oyster if it closes and must do I continued with that enemy, with the stranger. Then the mollusk begins to release layers of itself to the intruder, and they were tears: mother of pearl. A tight concentricity built in a period of five or five years, a pearl with a unique and irritable character. What initially serves to free and differentiate the shell from what irritates it and distributes various ornaments, a precious and inimitable jewel. So is beauty: it hides stories, often painful. But only the stories make it interesting.
The waves of the sea break slowly on the beach, one after another, and every now and then they find a shell and try to take it away, to take it with them. The waves of the sea remind me so much of me, and you are the shell. With every smile, every kiss, every glance, I tried to take you away with me and for a while I succeeded. But then the low tide pushed the shell away from the wave, and made another wave take care of it, and the wave was very bad, and it stretched a lot, a lot to reach the shell only to find out that it now belonged to another wave. Eventually the wave withdrew. She will miss her shell so much, she will miss it forever.
Observe a child collecting shells on the beach: he is happier than the richest man in the world. What is its secret? That secret is mine too. The child lives in the present moment, enjoying the sun, the brackish air of the beach, the wonderful expanse of sand. It is here and now. It doesn’t think about the past, it doesn’t think about the future. And whatever he does, he does it with totality, intensely; he is so absorbed in it that he forgets everything else. The secret of happiness is all here: whatever you do don’t allow the past to distract your mind and don’t allow the future to disturb you.
We should learn to listen better to ourselves; and I don’t mean to hear what we say, I mean to explore ourselves, understand our fears, our needs, understand what and what is really worth fighting for; like when picking up a shell from the beach we bring it to our ears like children, thinking we hear the sound of the sea, and instead we are listening to our blood flowing. What I mean is that we perpetually live in the illusion of feeling something; but in reality we cannot understand what we are going through either, perhaps simply because we cannot describe it. I believe that the day when, in addition to giving a name to the feelings, we will be able to explain them; it will be the day when all our emotions lose their importance; like when you bring the shell to your ear: if you think you hear the sound of the sea it intrigues you and you keep trying; but in the sound of the blood flowing in your veins you find nothing interesting, and you leave the shell there, on the table, along with the previous hopes
In the last months / years, I found myself in close proximity to myself, I had to make happy and many painful decisions to be able to put myself at the center of my world and not in a corner where I have always been; it’s complicated if you don’t even know where to start. Yet here I am, I have already achieved some set goals and I am punctually creating small goals to be able to remember the fatigue and satisfaction I felt. It’s nice to be energetic, with the desire to live life and always fill it with new things to see / do and zero boredom as usual I was and I’m used to, but it’s also just as nice to rest, get lost in memories or in that exact moment , not counting the minutes or the hours, realizing that in that precise moment, in this little big world, you are there too.
Memories always stop at the limit, like shells at the foot of the sea, just a breath of wind and the waves immerse them and what was outside is now inside, like emotions, when the memory passes in the eyes, Emotions bathe them, And what was inside is now outside.

WHEN I WAS ALIVE

As a young girl I imagined a different future and being an artist (I don’t get high nor smoke or drink, I’m an atypical artist I know) I thought that my skills, both artistic and intellectual (I always had excellent grades in school) would have me taken far, in every sense. I have always dreamed of a life off the cursed island, Sicily, because as soon as I grew up a little and became old enough to understand certain social dynamics, I felt suffocated in my aspirations. My parents wanted me to finish my studies, find a rich husband and get married and bake some grandchildren for them. Instead I didn’t do any of this. I have not followed any rules of social life that tradition imposed. Immediately after high school I went abroad to pursue my artistic dream but I was forced to return because my mother was sick and I took on my responsibilities as a daughter and still do it today and in return I do not receive than criticisms and always negative judgments. In part you are right, I have not been able to get even the minimum of what I aspired to in my artistic life but on the other hand I have a situation that everyone envies me.
Of course, after having understood how things are going, after having discovered that “either you follow the rules of the market or you stay out of every field”, the choice to continue on the difficult and fruitless path of art is truly crazy. But I can’t turn my back on myself and my fantasy, and especially in recent times if I hadn’t had all these dreams with me yet, I think I wouldn’t have been able to go on. Sometimes instead I say to myself, trying to convince myself, that it would have been better not to have these dreams at all and not to have all these creative abilities, since up to now they have not brought me anything concrete because I do not compromise for any reason and I do not I want to sleep with anyone to get credit. This crisis due to covid pays for itself first of all precisely those sectors of genres that are considered unnecessary, and art is one of them. Certainly having a nice painting hanging on the wall does not fill people’s stomachs so even I wouldn’t feel like persuading someone to buy a painting rather than buying groceries. First of all, I myself have had to give up those beautiful things that make life more pleasant (dinners out, accessories, hairdressers, cinema, theater, concerts, cosplay fairs, …) and so why shouldn’t others give it up too ?! The covid spared no one. So what’s the point of creating so many beautiful things if they have to remain closed in a box or drawer? Being an art therapist seems nonsense. Working with autistic children seems inconsistent. Yet it requires a lot of patience and a lot of control. But I never talk about my passion for saving children.

I LOVE ETHNIC BAGS

When I was a child my parents took me to a fair on the waterfront, which took place every summer. Often there were stalls of ethnic objects and clothes, bags, shoes and jewelry. I was very impressed by the Peruvian bags, the African masks, the Indian incense scents. Sometimes I listened to the music of the Inti Illimani, which my father liked very much, and the music mixed with the smell of cotton candy and they were magical evenings. So, perhaps for my childhood memories, I really love ethnic bags. I am fascinated by the mix of such bright colors and designs.
I think it is nice to help certain peoples to sell their local handicrafts. Bags sometimes even tell a story in their designs.

FEMININE CREATIVITY

Creative recycling is something
that helps the environment 
and makes sure that many things
not used are thrown away but 
reused using imagination.
Women are very brave in this.
Here are two old lamps that 
I had in the attic, decorate 
with colored ribbons and 
pendants. 
They are very beautiful for 
a bedroom or study. 
I made them a long time ago 
and I am very happy with not 
average throws.

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