I think my obsession started when I was stuck in the back seat of a car, as a little girl, on a 4 hour weekly drive to my parents lake house. Those were the days before television was available in the car. I didn't know what I was doing, no one taught me, but I kept sewing square after square by hand. I don't know what happened to it, (I think I remember holes in it from bad stitches) but that is my first memory of quilting. Another memory of sewing was as a young 20 year old flight attendant, my flying partner and I dragged a sewing machine to layovers, would get connecting rooms and worked on a quilt together then! We were just talking about that, and thinking we probably couldn't get the sewing machine so easily through security again. Too busy bagging up our 3 ounce liquids and teeny tiny scissors.