I had this happen to me too. I made a little mini quilt for my MIL for Christmas. I tell you working with tiny squares is just as much work as a big quilt. I stayed up late to hand bind it so we could give it to her. She took a cursory glance and folded it up and laid it away beside the chair, where it lay for the rest of the day. I mulled this thing over at length. Why is it so deflating when your hard work doesn't seem appreciated? I mean, like, what do I want? A lot of oohing and ahing and flattery? It just seems like when you invest so much of yourself and sacrifice sleep and what not, it's a bit difficult to graciously accept the fact that this piece is not as precious to them as you thought. I did tell my husband that after this I was only gonna give handmade items to my children!