when my mother was terminal i did tons of counted cross stitch it was easy to transport and it soothed her watching me stitch i must admit i didnt quilt back then. i never could sew by hand very well and still dont although im crazy about machine piecing. she just loved to watch a piece of cloth turn into flowers or a verse or picture of some kind i still havent finished the last thing i was working on when she passed. its still a little painful. my mother sewed clothes embroidered did tatting and crocheted but i was always too busy to sit still long enough to learn.
carla