Mother gave me hand needles to sew with before I was school age. Said she spent way too much time looking for them after I dropped them. She made my clothes until I was out of high school, and fussed about it always. She thought she didn't do well enough, but they were beautiful, and I was never ashamed of them, except a few times when I didn't like the fabric. I have two quilt tops she pieced and did not quilt. After she passed I took a quilting class to be able to finish them. One was all "shiny" fabric that she and I had worn, most of them made by her. I have finished that quilt, and my daughter is the proud owner.