The matriarchs of my family have always been what would be, these days, called "craft inclined."
My maternal grandmother was never without her knitting, she was always making blankets, and they were the best blankets in the whole world.
My paternal great grandmother had her quilting.
Mamaw used to do needlepoint, although she doesn't anymore.
My mom taught me to crochet when I was little. I remember, I'd been watching her mom knit for years, and I wanted to learn that. Farmmom, quite wisely, decided that it would probably be a bad idea to give me sharp knitting needles, and showed me crochet instead.
I've decided that over the break I'll be attempting to quit smoking yet again. The plan is to lock myself in the apartment and not go out until the nic fits go away, so that I won't be tempted to cheat and buy a pack. I've started cutting back, already.
I also picked up a crochet hook and two skeins of yarn, today. I'm crocheting a throw blanket, since I've been eyeballing the ones at Wal Mart. It's also a cheap and easy way to keep my hands occupied, and if I'd thought of it when I was at the Old Homestead last, I'd have grabbed the stuff I already had there, but I didn't.
I've got about two and a half inches by sixty five inches done so far.
Wish me luck, folks, I have a feeling I'm going to need it.