Tee hee, kind of reminds me of when I go to the Parade of Homes in our area. When I come back to my teeny condo, I feel so down. For a little while. Then I just say oh well, at least I have only one bathroom to clean, walk into my spare room that is just for my "not as good as the quilts at the show" quilting and start work on the "not as good as the quilts at the show" quilt that I will give to someone who will love it.