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I too labored to make a quilt for a special nephew and once when I was visiting my brother was working under a car and asked my SIL for something to lay on...... Yep you guessed it. It stung but then I realized that this SIL had no idea what had gone into the making of that quilt and so I just made up my mind to not be hurt. For a very long time I did not make any thing hand made for her and then one day she asked me why. I told her that because my time and talents were so limited that I had to schedule gifts for each person and at the rate the family was growing I was not sure if I would be able to get back to her. She sat there for a bit then it dawned on her what I had said. She was very apologetic and the next christmas she gave me something hand made, Not by her, but nonethe less it was hand made. I know she was telling me that she could now appreciate the love, labor and forgiveness in our hand works.
When we give a gift, it should be from our hearts, it should not have strings attached, and we should know that the reciepient is free to do with that gift what they please, AFTER ALL WE DID GIVE IT TIO THEM.
Before my X MIL died I happened to stop at her house for a cup of coffee. It had been at least 15 years since I had seen her. It was also a spur of moment visit, No warning til I was a couple of blocks away. As we sat at the kitchen table I was amazed to see a trivit that I had made 20 years prior. It was a simple block of wood with tiles glued to it. I was so poor at the time that I did not even put grout on the trivit. But there it sat on her kitchen table and it was scuffed with the usage of time. That my friends made up for the quilt slight!!! Ok now I need to blow my nose and get back to work.
Wini - House of BCC in Houston.

"Margaret E. Minton" <margaretminton@...> wrote:
Another similar story - years ago I cross-stitched (by hand, of course) an intricate Christmas stocking for my new granddaughter. My DIL used it one year, reluctantly, and the next year made plain-jane fabric stockings which were used instead. Hmph! (EX-DIL, because 13 years later she and my son split up.) All my work and love were simply rejected. (I guess that hurt a lot because all these years later I still remember it.)

On the other hand... sometimes things you love are just NOT what the other person loves - different style, different color, whatever. So we have to accept that and move on.

Margaret in Maryland