My anger was immediate and has never abated.
I was, and finally completed the last one last year, working on personalized lap quilts for 8 friends, all New Yorkers. I appliqued circles of fussy cuts that related to each friend,
I downloaded a picture of the WTC bldgs with the sun shining between them in the shape of a cross and added it, untreated.
They all know that if and when they launder the quilt the buildings will disappear.
Seems a bit macabre now. I can report, however, that no one has yet washed her quilt.