Way back when I made quilts in my spare time (sometimes working on them at campsites on the lake in TX); one each for all my kids (four at the time). They grew up; we visit back and forth from NC to TX to TN; help each other move, etc. Guess what I saw come out of the back of moving truck one day? The quilt I gave him wrapped all around a piece of furniture...... Needless to say from that point on, anything I give them leaves my memory. They are always asking me, "?Remember that quilt you gave me, Mom?" No not any more....when it goes it leaves my memory; giving me more room to figure out something else to make for them.