The first quilt I made was a scrappy crazy quilt. I was in my 20s and traveling all over the world and really missed home and my family. In between jaunts, I stopped home and found my mother sewing a house dress. As we chatted and caught up I looked through all the little scraps of fabric she kept. A bit from the slipcover she made for my grandmother's rocking chair, another from the curtains in my bedroom, some from a dress she made me. I had no idea what I was doing - didn't know a thing about foundation piecing, but I took those little scraps of memories with me when I left and made a tiny quilt from them. Each little piece brought back a memory and I was so glad that my mother kept those scraps.