My Mom, who didn't sew at all, just always told me that she loved me. She bought me sewing lessons when I asked for them,and she and my Dad bought me my first sewing machine (which they most likely could ill affod} for Christmas when I was about 13. She was always very proud of my sewing (no quilting until she had been gone for over 30 years)and she was actually buried in a suit I had made for her before she died. She and my Dad were my Heroes. So many years later I still miss them both every day of my life.