My aunt made me a flannel quilt when I was around five. She had all these wonderful little flannel squares of snowmen, snowflakes and wintery things. She backed it with flannel also. The batting was an old wool army blanket. I loved that thing to death. I called it "My Cold Blankie" because everytime I snuggled under it, it was cold. Then it warmed right up to toasty perfection.
Years later, I gave it to my daughter when she was seven. Some of the flannel had shredded and the back was in strings. I took out the ties and put on a new flannel back. I didn't quilt but was in it to give my daughter my treasure. I just cut squares out of fabric and zigzagged it on to the existing quilt top to cover the holes!
My daughter loved it...because it was cold! She called it the same thing I did and loved it until it completely shredded apart.