My piece of fabric that I just can not seem to find the perfect pattern for belonged to my Great Grandmother and was passed down to my Grandmother, to my mother and now to me. My mother gave me specific orders before giving it to me that I must use it, but I just keep holding onto it. When I pick it up and begin thinking of using it, I just start thinking of all of the history that it has per say been through. But, maybe this coming year I will find the courage and desire to make it into a treasured quilt.