Recently a friend asked me to make a quilt for her daughter for graduation from some antique blocks that she had found years ago in the attic of her family home that had been in her family since the early 1900s. I thought it would be a breeze, right? The blocks are already made so how hard could it be? Well, none of the blocks were the same size as she (the maker) had washed them after she made them. The only thing I could do with them was applique them onto squares of a background fabric. Long story short, I finished it, after about 150 hours of work. I got so attached to it that it broke my heart to actually give it away. I won't ever make a quilt for someone who asks me to. I get too attached to them, they are like giving away my children. I will voluntarily make them for family and friends but not because someone asks me to.