I remember several years ago a friend telling us he knew how to embroider. He had gotten one of the childhood diseases (this was long before the modern vaccines) and his mother asked him which pattern he wanted embroidered on his pillowcase. He selected a pattern, and his mother told him that pattern was too hard. If he really wanted that pattern, he'd have to embroider it himself. He spent the next few days happily embroidering away.
We've just had three "snow days" because the local electric company couldn't produce enough electricity to go around. Rolling blackouts can't stop art from being made and I spent three days happily beading.