I’ve had cause this last week or so to make
a personalised gift for The Boy Child to give someone.
I start with good intentions and end
wondering why I put myself through it.
It’s not the cutting of the cardstock.
It’s not even the design.
It’s the binding.
I never, ever get the binding right on the first attempt.
But I console myself with the knowledge
that the recipient(s) will love what I have made.
Because I made it for them.
And we all know that you should never
judge a book by its cover.
* a first world problem, obviously.