My grandmother was always thinking of some craft or other homemade item that would keep us entertained for hours.  I remember story book dolls that flipped from Red Riding Hood to the grandmother to the Big Bad Wolf.  I have great memories of curling up in a handmade quilt or slipping on knitted slippers.  These are the memories that have lasted. 

My mom is also a crafty lady.  I grew up playing next to her sewing machine as she made us shirts, shorts, and sundresses.  I remember how cool we all were one Mother's Day. We all had identical dresses.  Mom's was purple, my sister's was blue, and mine was pink. 

As I grew, other kids made fun of me for my homemade clothes.  They felt sorry for me because my mom did not just "buy" things.  It has taken me many years to realize that is is they I feel sorry for.  They never will have the memories that were homemade by mom and grandma that I will always cherish.