My Mom was a quilter and did beautiful work. She would always have me over when she got her blocks done and ask my opinion about layout. We would try them this way and that way and I always enjoyed my time with her. I decided to try my own hand at quilting and Mom helped me cut all my fabric. Just looking at all the little squares of fabric in neat little stacks just sent a thrill down my spine! And I just knew quilting was going to be my thing! HOWEVER I had a lot to learn and most of it was learned by doing it wrong first. I threw that poor quilt into the closet and repeatedly abandoned it many times and often felt that I didn't really have time for it, between working, running my own household and dealing with my parents aging. When driving at night became a problem for Mom, I joined her guild (although I'd never completed a quilt!) and drove her to it. I started doing block of the month and really enjoyed comparing my block with Mom's. Seeing everyone else's quilts every month really inspired me to dig mine out of the closet and complete it and I have kept working at some project or other ever since. One of the things I like about quilting is that it combines logic and mathematics (construction and piecing) with creativity and artistry (color choice and design.) I love the process of making a quilt as much as I love the finished project. Mom is gone now , but I still hold up everything I finish and say "Look what I did, Mom!"