Sewing is magical.

I can imagine a backpack in my mind, sketch it out, cut a little, and sew a little. And then the thing I imagined exists.

The batting may not stand up quite like I hoped, and the straps might not hold the weight like it should, but I made it. And the next one will be better.

I don’t know who I’d be if I couldn’t make things. Maybe you feel the same. Isn't the skill of sewing a priceless thing?