When I married and moved into my husband's "home place" I found an old comforter in the closet. It was a very dark stripped, flannel over an older quilt and tied with cotton cord. It had been used hard and showed wear and tear but that heavy cotton flannel was sturdy and still had plenty of nap. It appeared to have once been a garment, maybe a flannel petticoat, and had been pieced to make the cover. (The comforter disappeared soon after I found it--my MIL had a mania for new and couldn't wait to dispose of her MIL's Hosier, canning jars, crocks, etc.) I loved that flannel--a survivor--so unlike the flannels I knew.