Most of my quilts, I never see again, because they were given to a charity, like the battered women's shelter. The ones that I made for o ur children and grandchildren have all been heavily used. However, one that I gave to a neighbor received an honor that embarrassed me. When this older woman moved in across the street from us, I realized that she was hardly using her furnace. I gave her a small quilt that I had just finished. It had a gazillion mistakes, but I thought she could use it to wrap up in to keep warm when watching TV. Imagine my surprise when I visited her next and saw the quilt hanging on the wall. This wasn't just an act to make me feel good, because the quilt was still hanging there 3 years later. She has since taken it down to redo that wall but assured me that the qulit would go back up as soon as she got the painting done. The quilt was only what I considered a utility quilt in a simple stair step design.