I’m a big fan of Quilty magazine. I stumbled across this fun prompt on their blog: I knew I was a quilter when…

At least 50 people shared their response. It was comical and heartwarming to read them. Many women have a strong connection with friends and family through quilting. For example, a Grandma teaching them to sew in 4-H. Others had funny stories, too.

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Here’s mine: I knew I was a quilter during a church sermon. I looked down and noticed threads all over my shirt. Oops. I’d been quilting before church. I knew I was a quilter when I asked for a sewing machine for a college graduation gift. I knew I was a quilter when this blog filled up with photos of fabric, patterns, quilts and techniques. I for sure, 100-percent knew when it snowed a foot one day in April my first year in South Dakota. I sure need something to do inside when winter just won’t end.

What is your story? When did you decide you were truly “hooked on” quilting?