I'm not really voting one way or the other. I'm more thinking out loud here, musing on the theme, saying what comes to mind.
Many years ago when I was in college and in a more dramatic stage of my life, I trusted someone who took advantage of me. I'd thought I had a friend, did a number of favors as is normal in a friendship, didn't realize I was doing all the giving, asked for something small at one point, and was refused. The one-sided nature of the relationship hit me all at once. I was sputtering mad. His answer was cool. "You didn't want to do those favors, pick up those checks, invite me over, take up the slack? There was a price tag attached all that time? You were only doing those things because you wanted something from me later, something you never thought to mention? There was a contract only you knew I'd signed? Because now you're accusing me of reneging on a deal only you knew I'd agreed to. I had no knowledge of it."
I was sure he had it wrong. I was bitter. I vowed I'd never again do anything for anyone. I figured my life was over and that I could never trust anyone ever again. (Am I doing a good job of painting the picture of how melodramatic a young woman in her early 20s can be?) I decided, any time anyone asks me for such much as a nickel, I'm going to ask myself how I'd feel if I never got it back. If I feel even one nickel's worth of resentment, that's it, I won't do the favor.
So I instituted my bitter, nasty rule of not doing anything for anyone, even a friend. I wouldn't smile at someone until I'd wondered what the other person could do for me in return. I asked myself my question right and left.
And then a funny thing happened. More and more, everytime I asked myself if I'd feel resentment if the favor wasn't returned, the answer was no. I realized that I didn't care if the favor was returned. I realized that I could give away nickels with a whole heart. Sometimes some people's company was worth doing the cooking and the driving and loaning and the cleaning and paying for the long distance. I'd say all my relationships now are one sided in one way or another, and I'm O.K. with that. On occasion I do feel twinges of doing too much; I do feel resentment lurking in the shadows, and when I do, I stop doing! That's it.
Thus with hug quilts. If I'm asked to make a block for someone I don't know and don't particularly feel deserves it, I generally make it anyway. That's because I enjoy playing with making single blocks in new-to-me color schemes. I don't think I'd want to put the time into assembling a top, basting, and quilting. I volunteered to do that once, put it off for a long time, and finally got it done. I feel bad about that. I was in communication with the person the hug was for, so it wasn't horrible for her, but it did hang on too long. That experience made me think twice before volunteering for such a thing in the future.
That said, have any of us ever thought about weird this whole thing is in the first place? What started as a nice pick-me-up for someone who's having a hard time, has turned into a competition to see who's had the worst illness, the most deaths in the family, the greatest hard-luck story. The hug quilt is no longer the physical embodiment of love and sympathy; it's a prize for suffering.
The finished quilts don't have resale value. You couldn't get big bucks for one in a gallery or retail outlet. I doubt they'd fetch much in a thrift shop. They're only worth what people want them to be worth.
That's why I'm careful about giving out my address. I want to make sure no one is able to pay me back for my contributions. I have tons of quilts here and fabric to make more quilts. I've started enclosing extra fabric along with my blocks just to get rid of it. That's fabric with no strings attached, fabric that the recipient can use (or not use) in any way she likes. (It's always pre-washed 100% cotton and the same quality I use in my own quilts.)
I guess I'm coming to the conclusion that it doesn't matter if someone gets a quilt she didn't suffer enough to earn. I know I hate to be lied to and taken advantage of. I know I'd rather live in a world where everyone was kind and honest, but having realized long ago that it ain't going to happen, I do the best I can with what I've got. So I'm not saying that we shouldn't be angry when we learn we've been scammed. It's always a shame when that happens, and it bothers me too, but we've got to put it in perspective. There will always be scammers. Each time we get scammed, we get a tiny bit better at recognizing scammers for the future. That doesn't mean we ever get great at it. We just get a little better. And that's life.
--Lia