I would hope that most of us can claim to be inspired by our parents. We see their life achievements and hope that we can leave a similar legacy. Sometimes we also see in ourselves characteristics that we have learned from our parents - singing random songs, quoting scraps of once-learned poetry. Of course, we (who are not adopted) also inherit genetic traits.
I inherited an addiction to fabrics from my mother.
Mom, I have only you to blame for my desire to spend endless hours in fabric stores matching colors, patterns, and textures. What will I use them for? Well, eventually, some project must come up that these perfectly coordinated fabrics will be good for. And buy a little extra of the ones that you like, because they will be great for another as of yet unconceived project too.
Although I am not even in the minors for the league that my mother's quilting belongs to, I proudly display my little wall-hangings around the house (but don't look too closely at the stitching or the alignment).
I recently finished this small wall-hanging (I finished it on July 3rd, actually). Don't worry, my fellow Canadians, while displaying my new country's colors (colours) outside, I proudly displayed our own flag inside.
PS Mom, I need some help with the corners on the binding!
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