"Ever since I can remember, my mother has been trying to get me to sew. But I never wanted any of it.
She knows all the tricks. She'd lure me downstairs to her sewing room with something else, then change the subject to which fabric would work best in her quilt. Sometimes she would offer me inducements, which I'm guessing she figured would work since it proved so effective on the dog.
I usually stumbled through it by pointing at a few fabrics at random, saying "looks nice" a few times and replying "stuff" to any question that the word could be seen as a reasonable answer.
So imagine her surprise when I showed up with my Christmas wish list late last year and smack-dab in the middle of it was fabric and some help sewing a shirt" ....