It's really kind of funny the emotional tie we have to our quilts. We love to make them, give them away, but we always think about them. If they are loved, used and cared for in the proper manner.
My first quilt was given to my niece for her first born child. I ask my sister, does he still use it? How does it wash? Is it faded? Worn or tattered? It's ten years old. He still loves it, and uses it on his bed. It makes me so happy. But I cringe when I think of all of the little "oppsies" that I made. But, it doesn't matter one tiny little bit to him.