quilts, like so many other forms of art, find their correct homes. i'm sitting here right now, smiling at my hubby, who is under somebody else's quilt. it wasn't especially gorgeous, but made of white dotted flannel on one side (cotton), and royal blue poly flannel on the other. (my middle daughter calls it the "wonder bread" quilt, because it looks like the old bread wrapper, with the multi colored dots!)it's one i found at a local thrift store, brand new. it was probably rejected by the recipient, and sent off as a donation--but the moment my hubby saw it, he claimed it as his own. he has parkinson's, and spends a lot of "chair time" on his off days. this remarkably cheerful quilt that some unknown person made is keeping him warm, and makes him smile every time i shake it out and cover him up.
i say, quilt on, folks. it matters not whether or not they are expert, beautiful, appreciated, loved, or just plain rejected--eventually, that quilt will find it's home, and it will be loved. the wonder bread quilt did, and i'll bet most of the other ones we make and give do, as well!