When your medium is salvage, you can experiment without fear of waste. My Baptist upbringing was a black-and-white checkerboard of right and wrong. Quilting was a rainbow of gray. All was process. That is how I powered through my very first quilt, an eight-pointed star that I later learned was an advanced technique. When I hit bumps of fabric as I pieced the diamonds, I simply did what I was learning in driver’s ed: it was sewing machine pedal to the metal.