ok... I'm old, fat and grouchy. I sew when I want to and have a hard time finishing a quilt. I have lots of tops pieced and a long arm sitting there acting as an elliptical (IE clothes hanger). My humor can also be inappropriate and I have to reign myself back so often my fingers hurt from biting them. My "resource center" of fabric is almost embarrassing as it seems alive as it keeps growing out of it's confined areas. My hubby is no help as he encourages the purchase of machines and gadgets. Two inside furry felines rule the creative room and will generally allow me to share one of the chairs . My goal is to provide fabric that will make some scratch their head, stand back and lose track of time while contemplating the universe and the reason for quilts.