The story is that my grandma was babysitting me and my 2 younger brothers. I was not quite 4 yet and I liked to hit my brothers. She gave me a scrap of fabric and a button and taught me to sew it on to give me something constructive to do with my time. Then my other grandma gave me sewing cards and I would match the color of the strings to the picture and carefully stitch them in and out in a running stitch. Both Grandma's ran into each other inthe grocery store and they each asked did you see what she did? The 2 of them decided that I would learn to sew from them. I learned things from each one of them and I think of them often when I'm makling something. My mom sewed too so I was around sewing my whole life. I still love it! Neither of my grandmother's quilted except one made a crazy quilt and I have that. Its a treasure to me!