I never quite understand this concept. A quilt is a special gift. I give gifts to whomever I want, whenever I want. After all, it is my time, my fabric, my skill, my special gift to give. Why should I feel obligated to gift one just because I gifted to one. I had an aunt who made quilts, for some reason -- unknown to me -- she made me a quilt. Only my aunt who brought it to me and my mother knew about the quilt. I never mentioned it to anyone. That would have made it less special and possibly put my aunt in an awkward position. I love that quilt because it is special to me. Reasons for gifting our time, labor, and fabric, should be our choice -- it should never be dictated by the expectations of others. That lessons the value of a true gift.