The first notion I ever held was a crochet hook. My grandmother patiently taught me to crochet the spring I turned 8. She was amazing with a hook and made the most intricate doilies; they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Later, my mother, a seamstress at heart and by trade, made my sister and I matching outfits. My favorite one was in lemon-yellow seer sucker.
These ladies had unknowingly laid the foundation for what became a lifelong love of making and crafting. As a young mother, the barely successful mending for my family and making skirts for my girls was the highlight of my week. Two decades later, my husband surprised me with a popular cutter system and told me i was going to love quilting. The lady at the local quilt store had assured him of it. My first quilt was a baby blanket for my first grandson, born later that year; instantly I was obsessed. Many, many quilts later, I still love it. I love the planning, the cutting, the chain piecing, even (at times) the seam ripper.