Your CIL has a piss-poor attitude, skyblukat.
My mom always made my Halloween costumes. Not because we were poor (we were actually just really middle-class), but because she was damn good at it, and she enjoyed it.
Now that my brother, sister, and I all have kids, things like Christmas are getting expensive. Last year, I ran an idea by my mom–how about doing a handmade gift exchange? I don’t have many good ideas, but I’ll tell you what–that one ranks up there. My mom makes–well, my mom is one of those “crafty” people, you know? She made jewelry (but only because we demanded it-she makes really good jewelry). My sister made candles, my sis-in-law made baked goods, and I made some crocheted things. We spent the money we saved on toys for the kids (all our kids are still toddlers). Sheeeeit, last Christmas was awesome!
I’m going to my mom’s tomorrow. I will be bringing home–a sewing machine. My mom has been kinda gently encouraging me to learn to sew (“really honey, even if you don’t do it often, it’s a good skill to have”). She offered me a barely-used sewing machine, for free. I wasn’t really interested, but my success with the butterfly wings made me stop and think–hey, if I can do that with a glue gun and some felt, I might really be able to rock and roll with a sewing machine! So, I called my mom back and asked her if the sewing machine was still available. It was. And boy, was she happy to hear I’d changed my mind.
So I’ve got two reasons for learning how to make stuff. One, yes, I’m poor, and making stuff can be less expensive. Two, right now, I’m actually finding that I have an aptitude here. If I can do something creative, positive and fun, why shouldn’t I?
So tell your CIL she can blow me, too. 