This week I handed over two quilts I made for two special teachers my daughter has had. The first one oohed and ahhed and really, really appreciated the hard work and thoughtfulness; the second hardly said anything and didn't look at me.
I had to laugh to myself. I wasn't hurt by it; I know that some people are uncomfortable showing gratitude or accepting gifts. She's a great person and has been wonderful to work with, so I know she will appreciate the quilt, she just isn't good at showing it.
It is nice (great even) to hear that people like my quilts, but I don't get discouraged when people don't make a fuss. I quilt because I enjoy it, and the appreciation is secondary to me. I can live with that.