Elspeth was talking about learning to crochet and how good it is to make pretty things after a hard day maintaining order amidst chaos.
Yes, yes, a million times yes. This used to be the old way of doing things, and as I (admittedly) sit here behind my computer screen ... I mourn the restful evenings with a pretty bit of thread in hand.
For you, dear friend:
My grandma made doilies after her hard days as a farm wife. For heaven's sakes, don't be insane like yours truly and try to start teaching yourself to crochet here. (Yes, I did. Really. See: Why I don't know how to crochet). This is one of a pair, it's meant to be starched up in a ruffle (there goes a couple of hours of work, just with the starching) and put under a lamp.
I remember my other grandma sitting in her easy chair, chilling out with Grandpa while he watched sports on TV, working some cross-stitch or needlepoint. I have rugs that she made in those evenings, and a lovely Christmas tablecloth covered with poinsettias.
If you've got the eyesight sufficient to see across a few thousand miles, you can catch my husband working in the garage on something fiddly after a long day at work. It's *satisfying*.
Creation, beauty - it's not always 'work'. Sometimes it's just being part of making the world a nicer place.
Ping (but it doesn't work on blogspot): http://lovingintheruins.wordpress.com/2014/10/08/stop-and-stare/