My quilting journey has been extremely SLOW. When I was a very young girl, I spent time with my Aunt Nanny a lot. She was my father's half brother's grandmother. No blood relation. (I didn't know any different). I loved her like a grandmother. She was my first sewing influence. I used to sit and watch her sew. Then one day she put a tiny piece of fabric in my hands, showed me how to thread and knot a needle, and had me do a chain stitch. I was about 5 or 6. As a young girl, I had an appreciation for any thing hand made. I tried my hand at making doll clothes and even made a little doll once. They were very primitive looking, but I was quite proud of myself.
Fast forward a few years and it's my 21st birthday. Most people are planning an obscene night of legal drinking ( which I was). My grandmother stopped by my apartment that afternoon with a much unexpected gift for a new 21 year old. A singer 500a slant-o-matic! I didn't expect it, but I think it was the best present I ever got! Still have it. Still use it. I will never part with it!