Whenever I'm lucky enough to get home to my parents' place, the first thing I notice is that Mom uses every single quilt I send her. The larger ones are on the beds, the wall hangings are on the walls...she even had two of those professionally framed. When I look at them, I'm always looking for the seams that don't match or the stitches that're too long. I see the flaws. Then Mom tells me, "These are originals! They're my works of art!" It's all in who's doing the looking, I guess ;-)