Twitchy-fingered freak finds affinity with fabric

As a young child, relatives threw me scraps of fabric and wool to entertain me and it fed my overactive imagination back then. It still does now.
My great great aunt taught me to crochet when I was nine and she was 100.
I used to spend far too long flipping through the pages of some very dated-looking 1970s craft books and I still get nostalgic if I see a woman in flared dungarees weaving macrame.