All quilters make mistakes.
I make mistakes.
Therefore, I am a quilter.
Don't you love syllogisms? Or not. It's funny the things you think about when your hands are busy, and your mind is free to wander.
I started out hand quilting in the 1980's, and looked forward to the evenings sitting with a quilt in my lap while we watched a tv together. My lap was soon overtaken by one baby after the next, and I didn't get back to hand quilting until a few years ago. But the draw of FMQ with a domestic led me to try that, and as most of you know, ultimately longarming, which I love. Knowing I can finish a quilt that afternoon is delightful, but there is a seductive pull toward having something available to slow stitch if you crave it.