Several years ago my SiL got the idea for us to make a quilt for my MiL. It took us two years before it was completed.
She would do the actual piecing and quilt; I would do the crossstitching of angels. She handstitched a heart around each angel.
My MiL had been a quilter for decades; my SiL was quite new at it. I thought she did a great job! My MiL was quite emotional when she saw what her present was.
The quilt was now in a box in the garage of my FiL's house protecting some serving platters. A few weeks ago a connection to a hose to the clothes washer split and caused a minor flood in the garage. I was certain that the box had been out of danger but decided to check it. It was dry, but upon checking the quilt I noticed that it must have gotten some water damage as the colors had run.
When my SiL arrived the next day I showed her the quilt so she could see what had happened. She couldn't see anything wrong. How could she not? "The colors didn't run; it's a batik fabric".
Of course it is! Doh. In my defense, the garage isn't well lit. Somehow I don't think that is a good enough defense.