When I was a little girl, my mom crocheted several cute dresses and tops for me.  (Of course, I didn’t appreciate them at the time because I wanted to be wearing the same kind of store-bought mass-produced clothing that the other kindergarten girls wore.)  I remember admiring those handmade childhood dresses as an adult and asking her once, “What patterns did you use?”

She shrugged and said, “None.  I just made it up myself.”

Today she asked me if I had some extra yarn and a hook that she could borrow.  Naturally, I had those things.  When I asked her what she planned to make, she showed me a white crocheted vest that a friend had given to her as a gift.

“This,” she said.  “I will just copy it.”