And no, I don’t mean making glorious canvasses that you are proud to put on your own walls. No, I just mean the lovely, focused calm you get when you’re painting a shoebox. The aim is to upcycle it and make people ooh and aww over it on Instagram like some previous crafts (nothing altruistically artistic about it) and then use it for storage. But it’s nice painting stuff, when you know it doesn’t have to be pretty for a grade and when you forcibly tell yourself that no, it’s not going to be perfect and it doesn’t have to be, because who gives a shit about your upcycled shoebox. It’s just nice to do something productive even if it might not mean anything. Anything to assuage the stupid to-do-list-fever, right?