Knitting
I may be the only mother who has taught her son to knit using garden string and a couple of metal skewers (normally used as tent pegs). Well, he asked, and that was all I had to hand.
My endeavours in knitting have been limited, but impressive in their own way. Early in our marriage, I knitted Richard an Icelandic style jumper and cardigan, and I knitted a cardian with matching leggings for our first baby. I still remember the leggings. Knitting the feet was particularly trick, but I managed it; I sewed the two legs together at the top and help up the completed garment...
One of the feet pointed forward and the other pointed backwards!
My mother, with the skill of a life-long knitter, somehow managed to reknit just the offending foot, but I'm afraid that I never again had the patience to knit clothes.
