Originally Posted by Maride

I was looking at your location. When I die I don't want a rag quilt. I want my most expensive one, and as I said before on another post, a needle.

Someone send me a joke before...

This quilter dies and goes to hell. She meets with the devil, and he takes her to a room with all sort of beautiful fabrics, the most fascinating machines, threads of all colors, sizes and textures, tables, materials, the hole thing. She looks at the devil and ask him, How can this be hell? I could spend eternity here with no problem. He looks at her and says...Do you see any needles?

I don't know how a quilter could end up in hell, but because I don't know where will I go, I want to be prepared. Anywhere as long as my MIL is not there...but she is not a quilter. She prefers to "buy her blankets", even though she asked me to maker her one.