When my 6 year old son was born my mom found 3 very cute quilts but very bright primary quilts at a garage sale. At first I didn't like them for the brightness of them, (I did not let my Mom know at the time) but now that he has out grown them I miss them so much. He loved them so much he would carry them around like little Linus. For that I was very grateful that I had 3 of them. One was kept at day care, 2nd was for night-night the other in wash or available in case of one of the others needed cleaning. I am quite flabbergasted at the rudeness and ungratefulness of my generation and the ones following. I am glad your quilt that is just darling went to someone that does appreciate the love and time that was but into it.
P.S. My mother and I can laugh about the quilts now.