When I was a new mother I got a sewing machine and began making clothes for my children. I kept all the scraps thinking someday I would take up quilting and use them to make a quilt. Over the years I moved around, went back to school for a degree, then went to work. All the while I was moving boxes of fabric with me. I tried cutting some squares with a cardboard template and scissors (before the days of rotary cutters and plastic rulers). Ugh! - boxed them up and put them away. Then one day I decided I was never going to get at the project and gave all the boxes to a nursing home where the ladies did quilting.
While I know they went to a good cause, I often think about those fabrics and wish I had hung on to them a little longer, because now I am "a quilter".