Well, today on our new favorite forum, there was a question; who are your mentors. I had been thinking about this all day. And I think I'll duplicate that post here. My Mother taught me to sew as a very young girl on a treadle machine, no less! (guess that gives you a hint about my age) My first projects were doll clothes...it was so cool to have clothes for my doll that no one else had or could buy in the stores. From there I expanded into my own clothes, then my children's and eventually my granddaughters. Along the wayI also did home dec stuff, curtains and the like. (I'm still doing that and boat sewing!!) When my kids were little, I made quilts, and again when my first granddaughter was born. But quilting did not become the obssesion that it is for me today until afterI retired. By that time Mary had found quilting and was encouraging everyone. But, the initial credit goes to Mother for giving me the love of needle and thread from a very early age. Now, my love of color came from Dad...but that's a story for another day.
As for the longarm, Mary gets the full credit there. She got hers first and convinced me I needed one too. And she was right! Thanks, Mary. And the rest as they say, is history.
And on a more serious note, the news of the bridge collapse in Minneapolis tonight.. that is downtown where Mary lives and walks. Needless to say I was frantic. I couldn't get her by phone...all the circuits were busy... her cell didn't answer, she didn't reply to e-mail or IM. I even posted a message looking for her on our new forum. Finally, thankfully she called me, and is OK.
I guess the lesson here is we never know what the next minute will hold...enjoy each one, and tell those you love, that you do love them. And, even though we have our differences, I do love you, Mary. And I'm sure Keith is fine too. Hang in there.