My Mom taught me to knit when I was 6. (I begged and begged her and she said 'I don't have the time or patience to teach you and then answer a million questions.' I told her 'show me once and I'll never ask a question, I promise.' )
She did and I didn't (ask) and then I taught myself the rest. Years and years later, by the way, I taught her how to do some tricky stitches and do easier, prettier seams. I made sweaters and hats and mittens and gloves until I, and everybody I knew, had enough. Then, in the early 90's, I started knitting blankets for charity (AIDS Hospice). After about 10 years of that, happily the AIDS Hospice, due to lack of patients, turned to other diseases and could no longer accept the blankets. And it was August and hot anyway, so I started knitting toys.
I tried a bunch of different teddy bear patterns but finally just made my own and just kept making them. It's wild that I've been making them now for about 12 years and never really get tired of them.
My Mom taught me to sew when I was about 10. Same deal. No questions. I used to make all my own clothes and actually did that until I was about 30. Then it became hard to get good fabric. I did not do much sewing until a couple of years ago when I found a table that fit the guest room and was the perfect size for a sewing machine.
I've always loved quilting fabrics but not quilting so I decided to make dolls. And the lady who takes my bears and gives them to needy kids, said she would be glad to do the same for dolls and the rest is history!
And here are today's dolls: