I have a GOOD story about a quilt that I made once. i'm sure we could all use one.
My sister used to have this enormous king-sized bed. I think it was a California King. Anyway, she asked me to make a quilt for it, using their colors, light green and purple. I made two quilt tops in different shades, and planned to put them together. The next weekend was Palm Sunday weekend, and some family was coming up to visit my sister, so I brought everything to her house, laid it all out, and got all of the aunts together to pin and tie this huge quilt (It turned out to be 110" by 110"). Meanwhile, Uncle Carl was taking pictures of all of our butts in the air, while the other aunts called me The Slave Driver. My sister and I were in our 30s and the aunts were all in their 60s and 70s. Oh, our father and stepmother were there, too. It was a lovely happy family time, and my sister still treasures that quilt to this day.
But wait, there's more!! A couple of years later, my sister got pregnant with twin girls. For their dedication ceremony, I took the leftover pieces from the original quilt, added a few more, and made matching crib-sized quilts for the girls. When my sister opened the package, she cried.
She also cried when I made christening gowns for the girls. One of those gowns was made from the fabric from my sister's wedding gown. The other one was the same pattern, but cotton eyelet.