I finished up a quilt I've been working on for quite some time (between other "urgent" projects) this last week and laid it on the couch. My teenaged daughter was chilled one evening while laying on the couch and said, "May I touch it? I mean, may I actually use it?" It dawned on me that so many of my quilts are wallhangings or are given away, that my own daughter felt she needed to ask permission to touch it! How sad is that? Of course, she used it, and later said it would feel better after it's washed a few times. I said, "Let's wash it now!" and off it went. We used it last night when we sat out and watched the fireworks, and I smiled as I cuddled in it. It was a good lesson for me, and I agree--what good is it if it is never used?