Well, it's a story that doesn't end well but here goes. I made my first show quilt in 1997. A large Mariner's Compass that I still love to this day...EXCEPT that when I see it I get very angry. That quilt took months to hand quilt and my mom loved it so I gave it to her after the show. We lived in TX at the time so it was a few years before I got to come home to visit to see how she hung it. It was out in the shed, hung up to cover a window, with rusty nails pounded through it. I've always held my tongue about this because I feel that once you give a quilt, it's not up to you how its' treated but this torqued me so much because she knew how hard I worked on it. I was not prepared for how she wanted to use it. I hate to say it, but I won't give her any more of my quilts.