I had a piece of silver and aqua silk brocade that I carried around various moves over ten years, because I could not cut into it. I would just pet it and try to dream up a way to use it that was 'worthy' of such a gem. When I left Texas, to return to Oregon, A lovely Japanese friend was helping me pack, and she found it. She held it and cried in the middle of my floor. It was very old you see, and it reminded her of 'home'. She is happily wearing it as a dress for special occasions. I never knew I was saving it for that moment. I regret nothing. Sometimes, ya just gotta say "What the heck, here!" ( I would probably still be carrying it around anyway, I'm just too timid to risk ruining that much silk. I'm glad she wasn't)