I'm another maker of things, tinkering, grease, rust, wood, tile. Trouble is I had the worst family in the world for putting me down for creating odd things. At some point, quilting became my focal point and the sewing machines came from that. So while I can crochet, knit, macrame, fix cars, build houses, and find so many ways to make my poor body and hands sore, quilting and sewing machines are how I spend most of my time. I still mourn the anvil we left by accident at a property we sold.