The centerpiece of my bulletin board is a miniature quilt, handmade for me about 20 years ago by a good friend who used to live across the street. (The same neighbor lady, incidentally, who introduced me to Magic Elizabeth.) I think this was my first birthday or Christmas gift after they moved to Florida. Honestly, at age 10 I don't think I really realized what I was getting -- even though Mrs. Smith's teensy masterpiece had already won first prize at a quilt show before shipping it up to grace my doll bed -- but now I look at that piece of work and think, Oh my God! Can you imagine doing all that work and giving it away?
