When my granddaughter was over last week, she pulled out all the blankets and towels she could find and piled them into the family room for a big bed. I was washing the dishes and did not realize the extent of her remodeling. I realized that the quilt on top was the very first real quilt I made in the early 80s. I designed the pattern (bleh) and chose the solids (bleh). Without rotary cutters or chain piecing, it was made. I actually hand quilted the whole thing. It is very soft now and I still enjoy it as an accomplishment, but it is not an aesthetic beauty. She is.