When my father died I took his ties. Opened them (it took forever), washed and ironed them (carefully), and backed the widest parts with light-weight stabelizer. I chose six pictures of his [adult] life, transferred them to material, and made individual blocks of uniform size. With the pictures more-or-less in the center, I took a deep breath and started to cut the ties, making six crazy-quilt blocks, embroidered seams and used cording to "frame" the pictures of my Dad. Then I framed each block, arranging them 3 and 3. My own memorial tribute to a very special man.