Me and my silly questions. Since when do we owe anyone any explanation for saying no, however it is said? It's far easier for DH and I to say no than to turn something we love into something we despise. (I piece, he quilts on LA.) When people start asking me, we tell them we don't quilt for others, we quilt for US. If they ask why and we CHOOSE to answer, we tell them it's because the sweetest, kindest person in the world automatically turns into a stark raving, head-spinning, green liquid spewing idiot when they are PAYING to have something done, and we're just not into that. It's never gone further than gut busting laughter after that.