My sister’s Girl Guide uniform had a sash for merit badges. She got one for artistry for a sash extension she stitched using sticks she whittled into needles for her burgeoning number of badges.
I was a Cub. My mom sewed my first badge recognizing I was a Cub. She sewed a second shortly before I quit. It was for having a collection. I brought in my dad’s childhood stamp collection and explained I collected stamps.