First off, you ALL are so kind, wonderful, warm people...I feel right at home here. In fact, I'm starting to spend more time here on this site, than at my sewing machine(s) - and considering I am trying to run my own small business from home with a toddler under foot, I still find it hard to break away from the computer!

Anyways, some of you have suggested sharing some things about myself. So here goes: I am 39 (next year will be 40 - eeeeeekkk!) with a 14 year old son and a 17 month old daughter. I got married to a wonderful, handsome man in June 2007. I did also have a step-son, but he passed away in Sept 2004....exactly 2 weeks before his 8th Bday. It was a horrible, horrible accident that both I and my other son witnessed.

The kids and I were riding our bikes on the first day of school (in the afternoon). My stepson had gone just a tad too far ahead of us and so we all stopped and waited for him to turn back. He was straddling his bike (both feet on the ground) when he was turning the front wheel back towards us. He turned his wheel toward the traffic and his front tire accidently left the curb. At that exact moment, a dump truck carrying a tandem load was going by (and not very fast, either.....must've been less than the posted speed limit, as he just finished making a turn). Kristopher's tire was caught by the first wheel of the tandem part and he and his bike were thrown in separate directions. His bike away from the truck and him underneath the last set of wheels. The truck ran over his mid section.

Alot of that day is blank for me now, but I do have little flashbacks of events. I remember screaming at the top of my lungs as I ran to him. I remember going into shock thinking he will be alright. I remember a nurse with a blue shirt who came running over to help me. And I remember the ambulance ride I took to get to him (my son and I had to go in a second ambulance, as we couldn't go in his) was sooooooooo painfully long - they did not even have the sirens going, just toodled along in the traffic with everyone else, stopping at all the lights along the way! I even remember calling his dad, and even his mom, to tell them what what happened and to rush to the hospital with us. But the worst part? That was later that same night, when the doctor's told us they just can't do anymore to save his life. Do you know what that feels like?! HORRIBLE!!!!!! Sorry, I am crying now as I type this. To have to go into the operating room to say 'goodbye' to a little, sweet, innocent child has got to be the hardest thing anyone ever has to do. I hope none of you ever has to go through that.

So, to skip forward a little bit, I made my fiance a Memory Quilt of Kristopher. Sewing and creating it helped me with the greif I was going through. When we moved away from the big city to the interior (Castlegar, BC, Canada), my fiance and his family convinced me to start my own business making memory quilts. The rest, as they say, is history. If you want to know even more about me, please have a look at my website www.kcquilting.com and read the About Me page....I even have some photo's of us posted on there.

So there you go Cuties, now you know more about me :-)