I am by far my father's daughter.
Leading up to a recent craft fair, Mom lent me a hand sewing a bunch of new items. Where there were scraps that I'd have just thrown away, she kept them.
Then she started making quilted blankets. They're the same kind she made when I was a baby. I still have one of them. It's lasted *cough* years.
So far I have two of the baby blankets posted in my store. Mom finds joy in making them, reusing things that I didn't think had a purpose anymore.
I am still learning from my Mom. Learning how to quilt. Learning patience. Learning that everything has a purpose, and if you can't see it immediately, it helps to change the way you're looking.