I think what happened to me yesterday is the niciest. My son is in the hosopital undergoing chemo and a friend of his called and asked if she could come by for a little while she had a problem she needed help with. She came and she wanted me to teach her to paper piece, Of course I did,Then I got another call ,visit, and she wanted to know the difference between threads for hand applique and she said you do such beautiful work and everyone knows you will help them and can answer questions that come up. Did she mean that I was as old as Methusela or was talented by the Grace of God ? lol In thinking about it, I do get many people that ask my advice on quilting and hand work.

The fact that my family thinks that I can make anything and the way they come to me to "fix" something for them, and the joy of shopping with my GD who quilts with me and wants us to make ever quilt she has ever seen. The way my husband treasurers things I make for him. And then there's the "catty" side of me who has enjoyed seeing SILs drop their teeth when I took something they would have thrown away and made a good looking piece of clothing or decorative thing.

I had a wonderful compliment on the first quilt I ever gave away--which was the first quilt I ever completed. It was a baby quilt for my coworker's first baby. My coworker said it was to pretty to use, so she hung it on the wall in the baby's room!! Now the rest of the story. It was a "Trip Around the World" pattern, which is made from strips of small squares sewn together to make four huge pieces that are sewn together at the end. The main visual pattern is large diamonds. So as I was quilting it, I kept running into rectangle shapes instead of diamonds. Humm. Turns out I had sewn in one of the 4 big pieces wrong--it ended up sideways--and now I had a puzzle of rectangles and diamonds! To my horror, it is now hanging on a wall as a piece of art--and I now accept it as abstract art instead of the perfect diamonds it was meant to be.

When my husband proudly used his quilt in the hospital and told everyone that I made it. Made me feel that he was very proud of me. Also told me that I could not quit when I was extremely upset over the the last one and that I wanted to quit quilting it was not worth the tears and frustration. ( didn't really mean it). :D

I recieved a email from a person who's mom I sent a Angel and card to she was very ill. Seemsa her Mom loved the angel so much she wouldn't part will it.
The lady passed from her illness and the family put the angel in her hand to be buried with.
To know just the small act of kindness meant so much to her and her family was beyound any feeling I ever had debbie

After I moved from Washington State to New Hampshire, I sent a small quilt to a friend back in Washington. She sent a very nice TY note, then sent 2 TY emails over the next month. She told me she brought it to work and showed all her co workers and said that they all loved it. It made me happy to know that I picked just the right fabric and style for her.

My 7 year old grandson said the quilts I made for him are his "lucky blankets" he told his mom her wanted to call me to tell me that. It melted my heart.

"I don't think that it matters what type of block you use. It will look pretty. Anything you do is great."

I donated a king size quilt, the Texas lonestar, and I hand stitched it. Well in those BIG corners I decided to use a stipple stitch and some of the ladies swore I machine quilted it and gave it a good inspection. I replied "if your machine sews like this, you need a new one". I rec'd lots of compliments on it as we raffled it. We also made the most money for Project LInus as any of us previous raffles. Wahooooowhat a pat on the back. SInce then I donate one a year. LOL. Not to say this is the only compliment. I appreciate all the ones I get on this board too. Thank you fellow quilters. (HUGS)))))

I had made a crib quilt for a friend's new baby girl when we were both living in The Hague in 1989. We kept in touch over the years, with my friend sending photos of her daughter. Every night when her daughter was small and getting ready for bed with her quilt nearby, she would ask her mother to tell her about "the lady who made her quilt". It still makes me weep...tears of joy! :lol: