For years I've been crocheting baby afghans by the dozens, the perfect handwork to pick up in the TV room or while visiting with company, or to take along to meetings. Mindless enough to not interfere with conversation or concentration, small enough to work on your lap, yet as the hours go by you crank out a lot of product! I have a pile of baby afghans at the ready to give away, and in the last couple of months handed out three of them.
One was to somebody on the neighborhood email list who was collecting stuff for a new mother whose apartment had burned. I left the afghan in a bag on my front porch and she picked it up, to go to the nameless baby. I felt good about the gift, and got a nice thank-you, but it's always better with actual proof that the baby likes his present!
One went to a woman in my drawing/critique group, which hasn't met since lockdown, but she sent out an email when her first grandchild was born on Valentine's Day, So of course she needed an afghan for Baby Julian. (The afghan is folded in half in the photo, so plenty big to cover him up when he grows.)