My sister recently purchased a pretty expensive quilt wall hanger, and proudly displayed it on the wall in her living room. She wanted to have it as a reminder to the struggling times in the past, and also it fitted as a perfect decoration to her living room. She always wanted to give a sense of uniqueness to the place she lived, and I could completely understand her and her need to be different. Ever since we were little kids, we tried to be these strange outcasts who lived in their own cocoon of life, and did what they desired. We were strange by many counts in life.