Not sure if this is the right place, or if it should be in mental health... I may ramble a bit, but this is something that has been on my mind a lot recently, and I wondered if anyone else was feeling the same, or had any solutions.
My confidence is pretty low at the moment, and where I previously would immerse myself in crafts of some kind, just now it's not working. Over the years I've dabbled in lots of things, but currently my main crafts are knitting, sewing, and crochet. I also weave, spin, and make cards, although I haven't actually done any of these in about three years. I always thought of myself as creative, but recently, I just can't seem to produce anything that I'm happy with.
I don't even know where to start. I choose colour combinations and find myself looking at them thinking I don't know if they "go" or not (even with using a colour wheel). I've had a few projects go wrong right at the end - knitted garments that grow hugely during blocking, or a sewn garment where I realise just as I hold up the completed item that I've cut out one piece upside down so the nap on the fabric goes the wrong way... It has made me procrastinate about finishing items. If I never finish the item, I can never feel that gut-wrenching disappointment that I've just wasted hours or even weeks of work, not to mention a load of money.
I joined a card-making group on fb and it has inspired me to have another go, but I find I'm 50% inspired and 50% convinced my offerings would be rubbish. A lot of them are very fussy, with lots of bows, flowers etc, and that's really not my style, but actually, I don't even know what my style is any more.
I have two young DCs, one almost 3yo and one 9mo, so the only time I have to do any crafts is after they are in bed. I am pretty knackered by then, and the creative juices just don't flow at that time. I feel like the solution is maybe to give it up for a while, pack all the craft stuff away and just forget it. But "making" is the only thing that really makes me feel like me. Or it used to. I already feel like my identity is slowly slipping away, and packing away the craft stuff would be like accepting it.
Does anyone understand?