So it didn't begin with the quilt... it began with an old sewing machine. I wanted to make a nice little roll for my knitting needles. Since I am thrifty (not cheap) I figured I "just learn to sew". Now this wasn't completely random, I had sewn before- in junior high and once on an old treadle machine so yeah.
I dug out this old machine from a closet and realized I couldn't remember for the life of me how to correctly thread the thing and so on - since the instruction book was probably miss placed back in 1952 I had to seek out some help. So my supervisor's husband, who happens to be an accomplished seamster (I hope that is a word), gave me some pointers and I was off and running.
Now I have been gifted this amazing old quilt that is worn out in various places and begging to me to be creative and so that has been occupying my every evening - oh the things that beckon to be made... bookmarks, Christmas stockings, pillows, table mats... and my mind wanders on - now let's just hope this machine stops shooting sparks out of the motor... don't worry too much, it is only now and then.