Eternity is ridiculous, infinite, messy. Everything that can happen will eventually happen. Eternity sounds perfect... For you have forever to perfect all crafts. But if you have an eternity, would you have any motivation to get things done? The drive to try out as many things as possible, before you are no more?
An old picture frame, yarn, torn up fabric scraps, and a teensy bit of paint. Is it perfect? Hell no, it's the first weaving experiment I've done in AGES. Was it fun, and did it end up as something I find oddly charming? Hell yeah.
