I started quilting when I was 24 and expecting my first child. It was 1984.
There happens to be a well-known piece of literature entitled 1984, by the way. Maybe that vintage book cover will help you think back.
I’m inviting you to remember how quilting used to be.
When I started quilting, I didn’t belong to a quilt guild because there weren’t any nearby. I subscribed to only one quilting magazine because the others on the newsstand were questionable—the lines around the templates were very fat, and even I knew that those were problematic.