Someone once asked me why I loved scrap quilts. My answer was kind of silly… but it was also true. Not one of us is one “thing”. We’re daughters and sons, parents and spouses, friends and co-workers. We’re painters and stitchers, bakers and builders, and so on. Each of us is a scrap quilt, a patchwork of diverse experiences and memories, quirks and talents, flaws and blessings.