My husband doesn’t understand it (and often despairs at it). My friends share positive comments but would freely admit that they struggle to grasp why I would work into the small hours to finish a project when I have a career and family to keep me busy enough.
Colleagues at my real-world PR job smile encouragingly but similarly can't see the sense or understand the enjoyment I get from taking a pile of raw materials or ingredients and turning them into a 'make'.

The sense of accomplishment when something I'd imagined would be beautiful when finished actually is a thing of beauty (in my humble opinion) will never grow tiresome. And that's multiplied when I make something that somebody else has parted with their hard earned cash to enjoy.
I’m probably a psychologist’s dream when it comes to putting a finger on what that really says about me, but I think a little
part of me feels good about knowing somebody likes something I made. There’s a
piece of me going out with each and every item I make and that leads to a
lovely warm cosy feeling that I am doing something right.
And actually, I don’t think I'm alone. I believe that the
digital age we live in, filled with social media channels galore, is feeding
this sensation for personal gratification. We’re hungry for thumbs up, favourites and hearts on our
Facebook, Twitter and Instagram posts. We want more people repining our
favourite things. We seek reassurance from others through our pictures and posts, rants and ravings.
