Today is my Grandma's birthday, or would be if she was alive. 100 years old. Her life, to me, was a legacy. I'm not sure if talent or passion skips one generation to the next, or if it skips at all. I take perfectly good pieces of fabric, cut them apart and sew them back together. I make quilts and I do so because of her. Happy Birthday Grandma! This is the quilt the dogs and I are going to use to cuddle under tonight.