Taking care of things is nice, but putting them away for "good" is kind of sad. When my Mamaw died, she was wearing a ratty bathrobe that would make a hobo blush. When we cleaned out her house, she had 11 brand new robes that she had put away for "good".
"Good" comes to seldom. I want to use my quilts for every day life. I have much more of that than I do "good".