I don't make quilts to sell.
Despite people (non-quilters, non-crafty) telling me I should.
All too often I give quilts away (all of the pics here are quilts I've made to give away).
Mostly to people I love enough to know they'll appreciate them, and the cost, time, and effort involved.
Someone asked about buying this quilt once. I gave a (low, in my opinion) value of $500 after discussion over coffee with some quilty friends (fortunately I happened to be sat in Starbucks in Salt lake City at the time for Spring Market, so I had plenty of friends to ask the opinions of), because that was what I would have been happy to receive in return, it covered my costs (just about) but not my time so much. I also felt like if I'd asked for more I'd have been valuing myself too high. In hindsight that's a little silly. I still don't really feel like a 'proper' quilter though, more like I'm playing at it and getting lucky. One day someone will realise and point me out. (Of course, a 'proper' quilter is impossible to define, I make up my own ridiculous hurdles in life, I'm like that.)
I didn't hear back (I wasn't surprised). I was kind of happy they didn't want it, because I really love that quilt.
Sometimes I make quilts for new babies and don't get much of a response from the parents. That really irks me. I could go to the Gap and buy a few onesies. I could buy you a rattly bear. I could spend literally a few bucks and have a gift boxed stack of stuff for you. But instead I make you a quilt, because it shows I care about you and want to welcome your child into the world with a hug. If I'd given you a cheque for $600, would you appreciate it more? Yeh, probably. But then I wouldn't be as true to myself. When my oldest was born my auntie made her a quilt. We still use it in the car for cold mornings. I should go get that quilt out and show you. Remind me. It's dated now, but it was the most useful and most beloved gift of all. That was well before I had even thought about quilting.She spent time, effort and a lot of energy in making that quilt for Grace. That makes it a priceless gift. So much nicer than a onesie. Or a cheque.