I gave my son one of the first quilts I had made as his room mate had a few that his grandmother had made and he loved them.
My son, not having the best of health, used his a lot. Dragged it around with him when he wasn't well, washed it frequently and, a couple of years ago when I saw it, it was really threadbare and had some patches just worn right off - batting showing through. I told him I would make another one for him and asked what he would like. He said something with stars.
I finally settled on a Mariners' Compass and sent it to him.
He was astounded with it. I told him to toss the old one as it is a rag. He said "never". We visited him last fall to find the new one hanging on the livingroom wall and the old one still on his bed. He says everyone who visits loves the Mariners' Compass as he does but he still loves the old one which has seen him when he was the very sickest he has ever been.
Mary Alice in B.C.