It was the worst of times; it is the best of times. It was the season of sorrow; it is the season of joy. This is the tale -- not of two cities, but of two quilts. The two quilts share some attributes ...

Sewing little pieces of fabric into something new is like spinning straw into gold. It’s magic. My grandmother made me a butterfly quilt when I was very young. The lavender butterflies were appliqued ...