Growing up, my mother sewed most of my clothes. She was very good at it. Things were fine until one afternoon, when i was 8 years old. She made a short set, and a nightgown that I refused to wear. She thought it was because it was home-made instead of store bought. We fought about it. Finally, she dragged my dad into the argument. I explained, it was not what she made that was awful. I told him to make her show it to him, and to look at the material, and trim. He looked at what she made, and asked her who she had gone material shopping with. Normally she went with his mother, but not this time. She went with her sister. All the females on my mother's side are/were color blind. Dad asked her to describe what she saw, then described what it really looked like. After that, for the most part, me, or his mother picked out the materials, and trims that would go into the outfits she would made for me.