My grandpa recntly passed away, and I wanted to make a quilt out of his old shirts. But all his shirts are plaid, and a normal pattern with 10 different forms of plaid was just too mind boggling.Then I came across these. Loved the idea, but my OCD was just too overpowering, and I ended up so stressed over not getting mine square. So I decided to start playing with them. Just making whatever came to my mind. Just pulling little peices of patterns that I love. This is what I came up with. The seams are so crooked, the colors so contrasting, and I'm still stressed (dang OCD, and my need for perfect lines!) but I'm trying to let it go. It's like therapy, making something tangible from memories. Now, if I could really just convince myself to stop fretting over all the kooky seams and uneven blocks!