I once made a quilt, I was 17 and my sister was making one so I made one too. She paid attention to colour, style, and technique. I paid attention to none of those things. I used whatever fabrics we had at home so it turned out to be a hideous mixture of old school uniforms, 1980s taffeta bridesmaids fabric, and whatever else we had lurking around. It was ghastly, but it was a good lesson that can be summarized as follows:
"You can waste a lot of time seeing through a bad idea".
Skip almost 20 years and I've learned that lesson over and over, but lets not go there.
"Hi Maisy, I like your quilt"