I have been making quilts since 1975. All sizes, I have given them to friends, and everyone in my family has at least one. A couple of years ago, I sold one. I had a booth in a bazzar. I have to tell you, I felt terrible. I can't explain it. When I got home that night I cried. I felt like I had sold part of my childrens inheritance or something. I got an excellant price for it, but I will never do it again. This probably sounds silly, but I can't help it.