When it gets very cold I spread over my bed the quilt that my grandmother made for me. It's super-warm. She made quilts for all her grandchildren, when they were very young: she was an expert embroiderer (I think if you go to the public gallery in Parliament House you can still see some embroidery that she did with other people in the Embroiderer's Guild in South Australia). As she got more experience making the quilts, her designs got more and more complicated - which means that because I was the second-youngest of her grandchildren, my quilt is quite fine indeed. It has my name written down the middle, and each letter of the name is illustrated with objects or activities that begin with that name: so the letter 'A' is accompanied by an aeroplane, the letter 'Y' by a depiction of some people fishing for yabbies in a stream, etc.
My grandmother died a few years ago at the grand old age of 92. She was the last of my grandparents to die. With luck I'll have the quilt that she made for me until the day I die.