Today I'm 44. Don't get me wrong, the forties are fabulous but I look at that number and think, "Holy Smokes! How did I get to be that number?" By living my life, I guess. Last year I posted a list of what I had learned in 43 years. This year I'm posting this picture of a quilt made by my great-grandmother. I come from women who sewed on both sides of my family and this is a picture of my roots. Grandma made string quilts from the scraps of all the things she made (curtains, tablecloths, aprons, shirts, dresses, pillows, you name it she sewed it.) My Mother calls the quilts the memories of her childhood. So thank you Grandma for the memories. What memories do you have sewn in patchwork? Happy memory-making!