Hey, Despised Quilters, you reminded me of a poem you might want to pass on when you gift a quilt.
ADMONITIONS UPON THE GIFT OF A QUILT by Diane Holden
This quilt was made with love and care
To keep you from the cold night air.
I only ask you treat it well,
For any broken stich will tell.
The handiwork that you adore
Must not be dragged across the floor.
If youngsters bounce upon your bed,
Then substitute another spread.
And don't spill tea or jam or cake
upon what it took me years to make.
But brush away each guilty crumb,
Imagining my bleeding thumb.
If you do stain it, I beseech,
I beg you - spare the chlorine bleach!
If you would hang it on the wall,
Forget the nails, or not at all.
Protect from mildew and from moth;
Don't use it as a picnic cloth.
This quilt I made as a gift to you,
But it's my share of history, too.
(Edit as desired, but give credit to the original author, too.)