I'm starting to believe the quilts I have made are cursed. Seems like every quilt I give the relationship with that person goes down the tubes.
First quilt: Given to God son. Not really the relationship with the God son that went down the tubes, but rather the parents. Had a good friendship with his parents until they moved three hours away from here last spring. Last time I saw them I went to their place in October to attend the husband's birthday party at his mom's bar, everyone got too drunk, he asked me what my problem was (which was everyone was drunk and it made me uncomfortable 'cause I don't drink until I'm plowed) and long story short he chased me out of the bar and I spent the night on a bench in the rain and most of the morning in a Shell gas station wondering how in the world I was going to get home. I did get home okay and things got worked out...or so I thought. Despite saying that things were cool, they really weren't. Guess I lost quite a bit of trust that night and thus have not returned any of their phone calls since then.
Second quilt: Denim quilt. Made it for a friend. Years later had a falling out with him. Haven't talked to him since last May (not that I miss him...he did act like I wasn't good enough, though it took me a while to accept it).
Third quilt: Actually this one techinically does not exist. Didn't even get started with the quilt made from Kittie shirts when the boyfriend it was going to broke up with me rather than working things out. A month later he tells me he wanted to break up with me long before any of the things that lead to the break up happened, but he didn't because he "felt sorry for me".
Fourth quilt: Have been pouring my heart out into this quilt made out of Slipknot shirts. The friend (who I also liked...liked being the keyword here) was borrowing my Xbox and had plans to buy it. But two months later I still haven't seen my XBox or money to buy it. He's been avoiding my calls about it. I've asked for it back several times. My brother went there because he was borrowing a couple of his games and the lights were on, but when he rang the doorbell suddenly the lights went off and he heard the door being locked. He's just being a real.........."jerk" is about the worst thing I can call him without violating the board's rules, but I'm sure you can use your imagination to think up of some other names I'd like to call him. My guess is he either sold my Xbox or thinks I'll just give up and then he gets a free Xbox. Of course, the quilt I work the hardest one has the biggest downfall with the relationship with the intended recipiant. Luckily, I'm still not finished with the quilt and don't have to give it to him. Shame though because I spent almost $20 to get a nice personalized embroidered label done and put a lot of thought into what I wanted for the label (there's even a reason for wanting to get an embroidered one).
Maybe I should stop making quilts for other people. Or maybe stop picking the wrong people to make quilts for.