A different love story or how I started quilting Part One
It all started with a trip to Joann Fabrics. It was only about getting out of the house with my eldest while our guys installed a new kitchen faucet. It was a Christmas gift to said offspring, who received a sewing machine from her spouse and a trip from Mum and Dad to Joann for assorted sewing hoo haa. I knew so little about fabrics, other than Boy lots of them were pretty. All my previous visits to Joann were for, um, bra extenders. Recent rains hampered my attempts at an outside photo shoot. But on that February day, 2014, something altered. Perhaps it was my smart-phone savvy daughter, finding all kinds of hand-stitched quilt ideas. None of them were related to English paper piecing, merely that not every quilt was made using a machine. As I collected bright fat quarters, she kept scrolling, and we left the store with a heap of supplies for me, not quite as many for her. Uncomplicated prints make for a vibrant throw! Thus began my foray into quilt-making. So unplanned, so unprepar