The storm is not here yet.
And that is not survival.
You have time to make something beautiful. before the storm (whorecraft)
But you? You'll be in a good chair, with good light, and two more inches of scarf than you had an hour ago.
— From one crafter to another, in the long pause before the first drop. The storm is not here yet
The storm will come. It always does. The power may flicker. The windows will rattle.
That is an art form.
When you choose to hand-stitch a button while the wind picks up, you are making a radical statement: I will not be a passive viewer of my own life. I will be a maker, even at the edge of chaos.