Originally Posted by debbieumphress

Quote from Lisa-Marie Sanders book. I have written permission to use it on this board.

Aliens in our midst...
Quilters are aliens. I can say that now because I'm one too.
But it wasn't always that way.
I had my first introduction to quilting when my best friend invited me to a meeting of her quilting group. I thought I'd landed on a different plant...I tried to understand what they were saying but the language was totally different.: they used words and expressions I'd never heard. I left that meeting thinking that to become a quilter I'd have to move into a "log cabin", in a section of otwn called the "fat quarter" where I'd work to build my stash far away from a menacing Norwegian
named Olfa.

While living there, (in my log cabin in the Fat Qtr) I'd be married with grandma's wedding ring after I filled out the applique.
Unless of course, I did it in reverse.
While my husband was out working to earn cash for my stash, I'd be at home making quilt sandwiches. Until I got good at quilting, I'd have to stay in the ditch, but eventually, I'd be able to hire a helper named Bernina, who, though a good worker, suffered from a strange ailment called Walking Foot.

I was assured I would be successful at quilting if I would consistently keep on a straight path just one-quarter inch from the edge. After a while, if I get my four-patch piecing just right, I might be considered for admission into an elite society called a Quilt Guild. The way I understood it.The Guils was a group that met regularly to talk about their fabric addiction and watch for UFO's.

Her book is short and sweet and there is so much more. I met her at the Houston Quilt show. I laugh when I read it. This was chapter one. Enjoy