My mom taught me to sew, crochet, embroider, and love the fiber arts when I was a girl, so after she retired I started teaching her to quilt. We went to a fabric store and my dad oh-so-generously gave her a $5 bill and told her to have fun. He was not joking. He seriously thought she could buy a couple of yards with that five dollars. I told him she might be able to buy a needle with that, but not much else. We kind of got into an argument about it, which I couldn't understand because her other hobby is gardening, and he is happy to drop a hundred bucks or more when they go to the nursery.