I was 12 and a friend's mom had just died. My mom taught my friend and me how to sew, using an a-line skirt pattern. My mom bought my friend beautiful sky blue wool, but mine was camel, and I remember being envious of my friend's blue wool. We both grew up to be pretty good sewers, and she never forgot my mother for the attention she gave her, and for the gift of learning how to sew.