My husband--he brought home an old quilt from the landfill, wanted it washed so he could use it in the shop. (this was back before trash pickup, we had to haul our trash to a landfill.) I thought "eeewwww" but washed it, figured I could disinfect the machine after it was done. Anyway it was an old red and white quilt, well worn, but it hit something inside that said, OH I love this thing. Started looking for the name of the quilt and eventually found out it was called Sawtooth. That really started my obsession. Then a neighbors mother came to spend the winter and she was quilting, so learned how to piece from her. Its been downhill ever since. Now a day without some stitching is a day lost.