I finally got back into my sewing room. Our son died November 6th after a 16 month battle with cancer and we were there with his husband to take care of him. The only thing I really made during that time was a quilt he asked me for and at that time he was able to come to the shop and pick out fabrics. I had a sewing machine there and after he went to bed I worked on it. He loved looking at it, but, enjoyed being covered more with an afghan I had knitted him a while back. I just couldn't walk into my sewing room until today. I don't know why. Maybe because it was him who inspired and encouraged me to learn to quilt. He was only in there once when we moved here, so no memories of him helping, etc. Anyway, I did get in today and do a few things.