the first quilt I made was also for my father. Shortly after my mother died he asked that I use her old fabric (she made lots of clothes) and make a quilt for him. I had never made a quilt and hated to sew. I took a class and made a scrappy trip around the world. He HATED it. I now have it and love it. He too is a perfectionist and as it was not perfect or what he expected (I really do not know what he expected) he gave it back.
Over the past 20 years since that first quilt I have given him many others (my stepmother when she was alive also). When he went to live in assisted living he told me that he invites the women residents to his apartment to look at my quilts. He may not like them, but they do have a use for him. At the young age of 92 he has a 99 year old lady friend!