In my case, it isn't the pattern or color so much as the quilt's history. In 1990, I made a sampler star quilt for my parents as a surprise Christmas gift. I sewed every stitch by hand. They loved it and it was a permanent "fixture" in their bedroom except during hot summer months. After my Dad passed, my Mom gave up housekeeping and went into an assisted living facility. The quilt went with her and brightened up her room and she proudly told them the story of me making it for them. After Mom passed, I brought it back home here. It sometimes is on the guest room bed and other times, it's on our bed. It has faded some but knowing the joy and coziness it provided both my parents, makes it my favorite quilt.