Offtopicwarning!

I can finish the quilting part.

Piecing though... well... see, I hate it when my spouse bursts into laughter that way (ok not really, but she has to work at not doing it). Except for very rare exceptions I have only ever quilted. Either by hand (now that was a long time ago), or on a domestic, or on the longarm.
Cindy mentioned the other day she had never seen one of the old quilt frames that hung from the ceiling in person. My grandma Blanche hated the way they swung when she was trying to work and built stands that she lowered the quilt onto. This was where I learned to quilt, to love quilts and quilting and color. I also learned the art of the tall tale and heard many old stories. I could see the needle eyes and threaded many many needles, and waxed very much thread (beeswax).
Even further offtopic: My other grandmother, Gladys, had a sister who loved to come over to quilt. And after she left, her sisters and friends had to carefully rip it all out: she never ever put the needle all the way through, she just embroidered a quilting pattern (they usually did a fan or echoes) onto the top... veerrrrryyyy slooooowwwwllllyyyy... so they didn't have much to rip out. They didn't mind, they loved her very much. But she couldn't quilt at all.