Just me, myself and I. Unless I go over the mountains to VA, which I still do about twice a year and then my evil daughter, (she's the one who lured me into quilting when I was an innocent), and I quilt every evening when she gets home from work and dinner is done and we do the dishes, then we hurry upstairs to the sewing room. On weekends, we find as much fabric to buy as we can. Oh, I love going over the mountains.