The worst thing That ever happened to me was that a quilt that my husband and I dearly loved was taken from our home. It was a rude awakening. I miss that quilt so much as it was cross stitched by me and and machine quilted by a very talented lady. Who of my friends or family would do such a thing. I'd love to have it back with no questions asked. I could cry every time I think about it. Oh, there are many other quilts that I would have been happy to give to the person who borrowed the one we loved the most.