Unlike a lot of other stitchers’ family histories, my mother’s never been very interested in the crafty side of life. In fact, she loves to joke about my affinity for “arts and crap”. *rolls eyes* Ho, ho, mom’s such a card. As a matter of fact, she did a lot of tatting back in the 1940s, making collars and cuffs to embellish her work clothes. I think she had quite enough of “use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without” in her day, and doesn’t really understand the point of stitching for pleasure.