My Mother was so supportive. When I finished my first novel, I was terrified of rejection, but she told me, "You have nothing to be ashamed of, it's a great story" When I finished my first quilt, a slightly off-kiltered Dresden Plate, she said, "It's beautiful, is it mine?" and every one I made after that she always said the same thing. The one I made for her I repo-ed from my step dad after Momma died. I still have it and I'll always have it. Momma always told me: "You're as good as the best and better than the rest, so don't let anybody tell you you can't do something." I miss my Mother.