when my mother was alive, she made my sister a king sized crochet bedspread. you know where this is going. when i saw my mother crying over it, i browbeat my sister. her answer was " i didn't ask her to do it".
wouldn't you think i'd learn something from this?
now, all these years later, she asked me to make a wall quilt. i made it bed size thinking it would hang and nothing bad would happen to it. i gave it to her months ago. she said, " oh thanks', put it aside, and i haven't seen it on a wall. last time i was there, i saw it, still folded up, on the floor, in a corner of the bedroom. i'm counting the days until her 4 labs play on it and tear it, or worse.
guess when she's getting another from me. only one guess, now.