My grandma gave my sister and I each a piece of fabric to hem for the wooden doll cradle that grandpa had just made for us. She had pressed a hem all the way around and all we had to do was stitch the hem as she had taught us. I was in a hurry and using big basting stitches, about three fourths of the way done when she came in to check on our progress. My sister was stitching her nice little stitches and when grandma looked at mine she said, with disappointment, "Now, is that the way I taught you? Take the stitches out and start over". I was so upset that I had disappointed her. I learned at the age of 8 to do it right the first time! She was the best grandma!!!