As a child I made crude doll clothes, crafted houses for baby frogs I had captured (!), wove potholders and made stained glass "art" at camp. I have a funny little sweater vest I made my Betsy McCall doll -- basically just a small rectangle that I forced her arms through to make it a cardi. I spent hours as a little girl watching and "helping" my great-grandmother sew clothes at her old-fashioned treadle Singer. My grandmother on the other side filled her house with homemade kitsch, from paint-by-numbers landscapes to crocheted toilet paper covers. In fact, when Grandmother Rose died, in her 90s, after a trip to Wal-mart to buy yarn, she was buried holding her crochet hook and the latest piece she had been working on. I hope they'll do the same for me.