It was Halloween night and I was around a campfire with friends, tatting my lace. A friend leans toward me and whispers, "Were you homeschooled?" I giggled, holding up my tatting. "Is it obvious?" He laughs, "Yes." How many stitches are in this quilt? Probably as many miles I've traveled. And yes, this quilt is marked with the memory of many places seen. I've reached that five-year deadline, and it's not quite done yet. I'd just finished getting the quilt mostly together last year. I worked on a lot of other projects throughout spring and summer but began working on tatting some lace mid-June. End of August I decided to go on a five-month road trip. My quilt was still not finished, and I didn't want to bring all of it with me. I labored every spare quiet moment and finished quilting it by end of September using a large embroidery hoop, thimble, and thread. I often had to wear bandages on other fingers . . . my callouse...