My mom's mother made quilts and nobody in her family really appreciates them. Me included until I was in my late 20's. I started making a quilt for my niece's graduation, and it's all hand-work and it's lovely, but while I was working on it, I thought "she won't even like it". And a few months ago, I was reunited with the graduation quilt that I got from Mammaw. I thought it'd been lost, but it was at my mom's. So I got it back from her. It's been in my closet ever since, because I am afraid something will happen to it. On the other hand, when I give my quilts, I say, "If you like it, put it on your bed, I made it for you to use, not store", but I can't do that myself.