I make mischief. I make bread. I make sauce. I make a difference with my clients. I made my pizza oven(s).
But I used to do more. I'd make nearly everything. Not that well. Lots of stuff would fail. But I learnt loads.
I used to have more time than money. Then it changed around. Making become a luxury rather than a necessity.
But this weekend I made a simple shelving unit. It wasn't complex. I made mistakes. I could have bought a cheap Billy bookcase instead. But I made it. I loved the smell of cut wood. I loved buying a box of screws. I loved sawing. I loved using my spirit-level again. My daughter loved the unit. I made it for her.