I grew up in a home where my Mom sewed for us 5 girls. She taught us early, I did the 4-H thing, Home Ec, the usual. Over the years, I sewed for my own children and for pleasure. It was hit or miss, when the mood struck me. But last December 8th, my hubby was in the local hospital when his heart stopped. After 45 minutes, he again had a pulse, was transported to a larger hospital, and 13 days later he had a defibulator and pacemaker implanted. The DAY we came home, I started cutting quilt blocks and sewing. I haven't stopped since. Piecing quilts has been my salvation, my nerve pill, it has saved my sanity. It destresses me, keeps me from worrying. Now the garden is needing work and I am having to divide my time. It's hard to lay the scissors down and walk away.