Last summer when I was barely learning how to sew a straight line my aunt (she's 85) asked me to make a quilt for her granddaughter's high school graduation. I said, "No, it's way beyond my level of expertise." She pleaded, cajoled, coerced, whined, begged and said she would pay me for it. Finally I got tired of hearing the old refrain and told her I would try. I cannot tell you the pain of cutting, sewing, ripping, kicking the walls and cursing before 160 hours had passed and I got the bloody thing finished. Guess who paid for it? Me, me, me. Then on graduation day my aunt told her granddaughter the quilt was from her!!!
Some people can't hear the word "NO!"