Thirty years ago my mom made a quilt for my DD and my sisters DS. She hand made both of them. His is gone, but hers was used and loved by all three of my kid. Youngest daughter slept with it til it was nearly in pieces. She folded it and has stored it with her other blankets. (Couldn't get rid of it. Grandma is gone and it is a little bit of her here ) DGD went checked out the pile of blankets and claimed the threadbare quilt as hers. That's when I decided I wanted to quilt. If a simple quilt could hold so many peoples hearts I wanted to do that too. I want my quilts to be used and loved as much as this one was. And if they are threadbare and ragged I just see them as very loved.