Mine was my GRANDmommy. She taught me to sew when I'd spend time with her on weekends and in the summer. Even after I was married and all grown up I had trouble finishing a project if I ran into trouble with it so I'd throw it in a tub in a closet. When my Memaw would come to visit she'd get that tub out and make all the boo-boos go away. She's been gone since 1983, but even after all this time when something doesn't go right I want my Memaw!