initial post was that there are times that I see quilts that people have made that are not particularly pretty, not made with particular care, and the makers will say, sort of dismissively, "Oh, this is a charity quilt." As though if a quilt is being made for someone we don't know, someone who is down on their luck, homeless, a disaster victim, then it really doesn't matter what it looks like, or how carefully it is made. As though a person in difficult or reduced circumstances would not appreciate something beautiful.
Not long after that, I worked on a quilt for my guild, a "charity" quilt where others had pieced the blocks and my task was to make them into a top. I did what I had volunteered to do. But it isn't a quilt that I would have given to one of my grandchildren. And I felt a little bit uneasy that it was going to a child who had lost a parent. I guess I didn't think it was good enough.
similar situation last week and she wrote eloquently about the perceived worthiness of the charity quilt recipients.
I've just finished a quilt that I will give to the hospice unit of our hospital. It will go to a very sick man, someone I don't know and won't know. I loved making this quilt, and love how it turned out. Sometimes when I was working on it, I thought about the potential recipient, whether he would like the colors, be interested in the pattern. I wondered if he would know that it was a churn dash block. Sometimes I prayed for him.