I can sew. Mostly by hand, although I'm learning how to use a machine. I can also knit (poorly), and embroider (not so poorly). I can even darn socks, which has everyone baffled. Since no one taught me how, but I figured it out anyway.

Although it was a matter of learning in self defense. There was a uniform in high school, and there was an evil bench in the locker room that somehow tore my hem out on a regular basis. I got tired of pinning it and poking myself, super glue washes out after a few runs in the washer, and so does tape. I sewed it. Sometimes as often as three times a week. I'm very good at hems. Strangely enough, it only tore out the stitching, never the fabric. And yes, I stitched sturdy enough. By senior year, I was using heavy duty thread for upholstery, and knotting at every stitch, and it still got ripped out by that one evil little bench. I wasn't it's only victim either.