Maybe it's just that I love creating stuff. Even if those things don't come out as I planned, they're still something I have made, with my own hands. A part of me is in those projects, left there by the hours I've spent (or most of the time, wasted) trying to make my vision come to life.
Here's a recent failure: a lonely woolen sock. I originally made a pair but the other one was somehow too tiny, so now it seems I only have this one left.
It's usual that my projects don't turn out as I want them to. Even if I practiced a hundred years, things wouldn't just go smoothly and without complications (hey, it's me we're talking about!), but that's fine by me. Because the sensation you get in the end when everything's finished and just right makes you forget all the frustration and despair there might have been before. And of course, you'll have a product that perfectly reflects your personality! All that is something one cannot buy.