I made a quilt for my son for Christmas, one I thought he would love. When he opened it my heart sank because I could see on his face how much he hated it. He said he didn't like the "old lady fabric" I had used. When he left to go home he wanted to leave it behind. I convinced him to take it with him and a couple of days later he contacted me and apologized for being so ignorant about the quilt. He had put it on his bed and realized that he really did love it. (When he was looking at it from a distance he couldn't see the teeny little flowers in one of the fabrics I had chosen!!) I felt so good after our conversation and I promised him I would never make him another quilt unless he chose the fabric himself!