I'm not quite sure who is the rude one in this story (it's probably both me & my Mom) but here goes.
For background, my Mom has been quilting for about 15 years & makes the most beautiful quilts. All are made for friends, family or donation to a shelter in her area. We have about 10 quilts in total & they are all lovely & well used. Every time we visit her, all Mom's current projects are trotted out for us to oooh & ahhh over which is not hard to do because they are lovely. Only asked my Mom twice for a quilt, once for a friend who was pregnant at the same time I was & once for my husband as we found the most adorable Snoopy baseball fabric.
As for me, I used to cross stitch but stopped that when my boys were born. Before I stopped I made a lot of projects, off the top of my head I cna think of at least 4 that my parents have, all were patterns Mom bought & told me to make for her (this was in her pre-quilting days). Recently, I've taken up crochet again. I've mainly been doing small projects (hats, toys, some potholders) but have started work on a Minecraft blanket for the boys, I must be mad as it's going to take 196 granny squares. Ack.
When I started relearning crochet through a class at our library, my Mom was not supportive at all; she couldn't understand why I wanted to crochet when I was so good at cross stitch & why don't I just pick that back up? Mostly because Mom has some cross stitch patterns she wants made but can't do herself (bad eyesight) so she wants me to make them. She also made fun of me buying a lot of yarn, made fun of most of the projects I've made so far & for joining the crochet club. Never mind the fact that her fabric stash fills up a whole room in my parent's house, she goes to quilting classes & is part of quilting guild. I guess she just doesn't like crochet so whatever, I just bite my tongue, don't mention her stash/club & smile.
To finish the background, my parents have an afghan that my aunt crocheted for them back in the late 1970's. It's held up fairly well but is getting old and is a horrid 1970's color scheme & pattern.
On their last visit, Mom suddenly asked me when I was going to be crocheting her a new afghan as the one my aunt made was starting to get really old. Both Dh (who's heard all her mean comments about crochet) & I were like
So as the smart aleck that Mom raised me to be, I shot back that we haven't seen any quilts come our way lately. Very rude on my part but hey, if she's asking for something why can't I? Besides both DH & my Dad about died laughing at the expression on Mom's face when she realized that her demanding something from me might get a demand in return.
So we were both rude for demanding crafts from each other, however, I'm still rather annoyed that she's demanding a craft item from me after she's made fun of me for learning said craft.
The upshot is that Mom was planning on making the boys some new quilts but she hadn't made the quilts yet because she couldn't find a pattern she liked for the Dr. Seuss fabric that she was planning to use. I had to gently let her know that the boys really don't like Dr. Seuss, which upset Mom because she always thinks she knows what the boys like when she really doesn't have a clue a lot of the time. They've gotten some odd gifts that were never used because of that. At least I was able to steer her in the direction of Minecraft quilts.