My mom was my first sewing teacher. I can remember standing at the side of the machine as she would sew and I would beg her to teach me. Many years later, when we were sewing together, my mom admitted that she put me off because she did not think I would have the patience to sew.
My inspiration to quilt came about in a funny way. My sister and I were making cross-stitched basket liners and selling them like crazy at craft shows (thanks to the Longaberger craze). This left us with strips of fabric as scrap. One day she gave me a TON of these left over strips and the fight was on. Neither one of us wanted this bag of scraps. I thought, yes she does, she just doesn’t know it. So I made my first scrap quilt. It was ugly and huge! From there the nieces each wanted an ugly quilt. These became their college quilts. I used to make my nephew’s boxer shorts; therefore his college quilt was made from scraps of all of his boxers. At this time, I think the quilt still exists, but the boxers don’t. When my father passed, I made 9 quilts between the months of May to December out of his plaid shirts. Each child, grandchild, and great-grandchild received a “papa quilt” for Christmas. I have provided quilts now to four generations. I have not looked back since then. I enjoy making scrap quilts the most because I have so much fabric to use up and I can use any pattern or technique I want.