From what I've learned of the "old days," there was a time when ladies would sit and visit with one another while working on a piece of hand stitching. Everyone--everyone who was female, anyway--did it, and so it was common practice. Today, it's unusual.
When I went to the Wild Child's home for Thanksgiving, I brought with me the Harrington and Hannah block that I'd prepared a few weeks prior--I knew it was something I could stitch easily while sitting and visiting. But what I didn't think about was that we'd be spending time with people who weren't used to the idea of hand work. Manager Man's mom was very interested in learning about quilting and whatever else I was working on. She told us she'd never really had any hobbies and was thinking she'd like to find something that interested her. She loves pillows and thought maybe she'd like to create pillows. She was familiar with the blanket stitch I was using for the block but she didn't know about the applique process, so I spent a little time explaining to her what I was doing, although we didn't get very far before it was time to help with the dinner. After that, I never did get back to working on the block that afternoon.
Later in the evening, back in our hotel room, I took the block out again and worked on it for a little bit while watching TV, but before long, the day caught up with me and it was time to go to bed.
On the drive home from Eureka, I tried to work on the block again, but it seemed with all the bumps and curves in the road, I was sticking my own fingers with the needle more often than I was sticking the fabric, so soon Harrington and Hannah were put back in my project box.