About me

The story about how my business started.

It goes without saying that I love to sew!  I have been sewing for a long time and I’ve always enjoyed sewing for the home, making bags, mittens, and of course, quilts!  I live in New England with my family, including two pups, a cat, two beautiful daughters that my site is named after…

I wish this online sewing community was available to me growing up… there is so much knowledge out there!  I love sharing and teaching so please check out my Tutorials page for some projects!  I also love hosting Block of the Month Quilts, please join me any time!

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The Studio

Our beautiful studio is located on the bay shore, overlooking the water. Stop by anytime to see the new pieces fresh out of the kiln.

Day succeeded day throughout the week. He read, he walked about the streets, and, occasionally, he looked in upon his landlady for the purpose of exchanging a couple of words and drinking some of her excellent coffee.

A Person


So comfortable did she make him that he even thought of giving her a book to read; but when he did so she merely read the headings of a chapter or two, and then returned him the volume, saying that later she would get her little girl to read the work to her. That very day he was to come. Yet three o’clock arrived—four o’clock—and no Oblomov. By half-past five the beauty and the freshness of her features had begun to fade. Insensibly her form assumed a drooping posture, and as she sat at the table her face was pale. Yet no one noticed this. The rest of the guests consumed the dishes which she had prepared for him alone, and carried on a desultory, indifferent chatter of conversation. Until ten o’clock she vacillated between hope and despair. Then, on the arrival of that hour, she withdrew to her room. At first she showered upon his head all the resentment that was seething within her. Not a word of mordant sarcasm in her vocabulary would she not have devoted to his punishing, had he been present. But after a while her mind passed from fierceness to a thought which chilled it like ice.