Originally Posted by
Butterfli19
I think you hit on it...I'm nourishing the child I never was.
explain: one of those things that life throws on a family - younger brother died (changed our lives), father worked long hours construction in Boston, and I had to help my mother with 3 younger sisters and present myself accordingly. Funny how you look back at things at 30 then at 50 you're whole perspective changes. No animosity there; life is quite the lesson, isn't it?
I totally agree! My childhood wasn't idyllic either, and I still love bright (aka kindergarten, aka 6 of the 8 Crayola colors, minus brown and sometimes black) colors. I please only myself by taking on a challenge and have fun figuring it out. And if along the way, my triangle points aren't perfect or my seam don't exactly match.....I'm OK with that! My family doesn't know enough about quilting to realize how truly "off" my quilts can be and that's a good thing. I feed the child that never got her art sense and creativity fed.....and I'll do it til I can't do it any more!