Discovery is dynamic: Becoming a Quilter

When I told some of my dearest friends who have known me for ages that I started quilting, the typical response was, "You? Quilting? You're kidding, right?"  I wasn't surprised by their reactions; after all, I didn't even own a sewing machine.  Although my mother was an expert clothing maker, I didn't inherit that particular DNA.  And, as a self-proclaimed *action junkie*, I have a challenging time sitting down for more than - well, 5 minutes - at a time.  I am inclined to hobbies a little more active, like ice skating.  

So, how on earth did I get to the phase in my life when I use words like "stash" and phrases like, "That fabric will read like a solid"?  My journey is all part of the greatest gift we have been given - the gift of discovery. This blog captures the discovery process I've been on since November 2008, when I wandered into a JoAnn store in Rocklin (a suburb of Sacramento, CA) to take a quilting class.