After much hemming (pun intended) and hawing I have one of my mother's old Bernina sewing machines working.
I found a ruin of an old crazy quilt at an estate sale and am working on replacing all the rotten silk pieces.
It's more of a project than I intended, the more I repair the more that falls apart.
Quilting is a certain kind of fun.
Rescuing and repairing old ones it far more interesting to me than making them from scratch.
I don't really understand going to the store and buying fabric, cutting it up and putting it back together.
I like to thrift my fabrics - isn't the whole point of quilting making something from nothing?
I don't know, but I do like rescuing things.