My best quilting friend moved out of state. I miss her. We both take care of elderly mothers. When my mom is driving me crazy I call her to talk, after a while she asks what my mom did to upset me today and I tell her and in a few minutes she can find something funny about the situation and has me laughing. She has been quilting since the '70s and I started in '99. When we talk quilts, that we are having trouble with, we feed off each other and sometimes the direction of whatever quilt takes a new direction. She has moved twice and I have helped her set up her sewing space when I visit. She had some quilts that had stalled. Since I had just seen all her stash I gave her suggestions and pulled out fabrics and came up with ideas to finish them. We wrote it all down so she would remember what to do with them. My ideas helped her come up with some ideas and we had a great time. I almost lost her this last Feb. She had some surgery that saved her life.