A long time ago, my mother made clothes for my sister and me. When she would take us to the fabric store to purchase the material. I would touch all the fabric. I seemed to have comfort in touching the different types of material.
A few years later, I found myself making my own kid's clothes. Again, I would walk up and down every aisle touching all the fabric before deciding which ones I wanted to turn into something special.
Fast forward another thirty years, when a drunk driver drastically changed my life as I knew it. After the loss of my husband, I needed something to help bring me peace. I turned back to touching fabric and decided to make quilts for all my grandchildren. I found that the time and tranquility needed to piece fabric into blocks which eventually turned into a finished quilt helped. I found I still needed the solace I received from the fabric, so I decided my children needed quilts as well.
I have since found a wonderful man that has helped me find peace again. As we travel, he is willing to take paths less traveled to stop at quilt shops. He even goes in with me and picks out fabric. He also counts the number of bolts of fabric in the store. He has also encouraged me to enter quilts in the fair. When my long arm is not playing nice, he will come in and give it an attitude adjustment. (To be continued)