Tea and crochet are the two things I most associate with my grandmother. Tea because of the wonderful little gossip-fests she'd have with friends and a steaming pot in the kitchen, while I watched round-eyed, allowed to stay as long as I was quiet, sipping from a cup of heavily sugared tea. Crochet because her hands were always moving, always making something, a crocheted afghan, a knitted sweater. Not as a craft but from depression-era thriftiness, a need to be productive.
For me, crafting is what I do when I don't need to be productive. Crafting and reading, cup of tea in hand, recharging for another day's productivity.