When the going gets rough I embroider something.
Anything will do.
The repetitive stitching is therapeutic for me.
After my son passed away I sewed and sewed. I ended up with stacks of towels. I gave them all away.
Now I find that the sewing brings renewed purpose. These simple towels have become an opportunity. A small kindness to pass onto someone who might benefit from such a gesture. Hopefully they bring a smile to the recipients. That's all I want.
Mastodon has opened that avenue for me to channel my hobby into something slightly more. Selling them would spoil the fun somehow. I truly enjoy posting a small package to a faraway place that houses a stranger who isn't really that.
A tangible way to say thank you for being a friend.