My dad never said too much about it because whatever made me happy was cool with him.
But my mom's reactions have always been amusing.
(Comes over to my house for dinner and sees my dress form on the way to the bathroom.)
"Oh, someone's paying me to make that for her."
(Show her a picture of Kefka Palazzo, which I was in the process of working on.)
"Uh... isn't that a... guy?"
"Why would you want to dress up as a guy?"
(The following year, she sees a picture of my Labyrinth ballgown.)
"You... you... you... made that?" (Big sparkly chibi eyes.)
"I did!" *BEAM*
(Rockets to the stratosphere.) "MY DAUGHTER CAN SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW WWWWW!"
Now she'll tell anyone that'll listen about how I'm the bestest seamstress EVAR.