My dear departed neighbor. She & her husband went to Fla every winter, and she would bring home things she made in little classes down there. She got me into place mats, and from there it just bloomed. Then when she passed away, her husband gave me her little stash, her sewing machine, and an unfinished quilt she had started for ME while they were in Fla for the last time. Well, I was determined to finish it the way she wanted and would have done. The rest is history. One day I will post a pic of that quilt. So every stitch I take I ask myself if it would be good enough for Phyllis. Miss her so much.