I took my first quilting class this spring. A new quilt shop opened in our little town and I wandered in there one day just to see what they had. I'd been thinking about learning how to quilt for awhile, but was afraid of sewing. When I was taking sewing class in 7th or 8th grade (in the early 70's) we were making really short dresses. This was exciting to me as my grandma was an excellent seamstress, quilter, cook...you name it! We got to go shopping for the pattern and fabric and it was a wonderful field trip. The day I cut the fabric after painstakingly pinning, I cut the fabric on the line that you're supposed to use if you need to short the garment (a fold line) :oops: . My Home Ec teacher so thoroughly humiliated me in front of the class that I haven't sewn more than a button since. I related this story to the store owner and she was very encouraging. The first night of class she overheard me telling one of the other studenty of my horror story and she came up behind me, rubbed my shoulders for a few seconds, and said, "Let it go, Barb" :D I did and I'm having a great time learning :!: :!: :!: