When DH and I were newly married, I cross-stitched a tablecloth for my MIL, who I dearly loved. According to her, it wasn't Easter, Thanksgiving or Christmas if she didn't use that tablecloth (did I mention how much my MIL loved me back?). And the next day, it got thrown in the washing machine so it would be ready for the next holiday. By the time she moved in with my SIL and gave the tablecloth back to me, it had been used for at least 30 years. And yes, it had a few gravy, cranberry, and who knows what stains on it, but when I put that tablecloth on my holiday table, I can remember my in-laws and the laughter and love that they gave to all of us.
Forget about the quilt police. Use it, love it and share it!